The Sad Little Thing by Benyamin Soto

Little thing with white fur,

Living in the thistle bushes

Skin’s full of burs.

Lands on four feet

When he falls high.

He sees everything

Through the fields of rye.

Poor little thing’s malnourished and sad.

Whoever dumped him here was quite mad.

I’ll take him home as a pet
If he’ll ever stay in my net.