Hunger

There once lived a beast
Who hungered for a bone

I cannot sleep
The little beast thought

He tossed
And turned

He lounged around
His home

He did not excite over a walk
Over a squirrel

When his master said
What’s wrong, sport?

The little beast placed his head
Upon his paws
And sighed

One day, a young woman appeared
In the doorway

The master looked at her
And then at the little beast

And she looked at the master
And then at the little beast

Honey, perhaps he wants a bone
She said

The little beast perked his ears
And his head came off his paws

A bone? It has to be!
The master said

Beast went hungry no more
The end