In the early light, as morning breaks, Three shadows emerge, with gentle grace. Hungry stray cats, their eyes beseech, Seeking solace, yearning for a feast. At my doorsteps, they patiently wait, Their presence known, their hunger innate. With mews so soft, they express their plea, Three souls in need, hoping for mercy. I step outside, their hopeful eyes gleam, As if they know, it’s time to redeem Their hunger’s grip, their emptiness quelled, With nourishment found, their spirits upheld. I pour the food, a simple act of care, And watch them gather, a grateful stare. Their tails flicker, their purrs fill the air, A symphony of thanks, a bond we share. With every bite, their gratitude grows, As if they whisper, “You heal our woes.” In their humble eyes, I see their trust, A connection formed, both kind and just. For my heart finds joy in their content, Their presence a reminder, heaven-sent. In this moment, our worlds align, A bond of compassion, truly divine. Three hungry strays, now friends so dear, Their loyalty everlasting, crystal clear. Morning after morning, they return to me, A testament to love’s ability. For in their presence, I find delight, In their gratitude, a radiant light. And as we part ways, a bond remains, Three hungry strays, forever ingrained.