They sit on either
side of me,
ready to devour
when I begin.
To each I stare in
the eye.
Their will is
stronger by and by.
I am yearning,
I am hungry.
To do this alone
I quietly moan.
Go! Go and Begone!
They do not move
from where they sat..
the Beggars Both...
The dog and cat
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