MaMa Waiting To Be Fed This is MaMa in June 2005 peeking out the door of the shed waiting for her food. The following is a poem called Thoughts Of A Feral by Annette Easdon. She dedicated it to all the kind and caring people who give the lonely ferals a little care, a little love, and a little hope. "I sit beneath the bushes as she fills my dish each day, I only venture out to eat when she has gone away, I know it will upset her when I turn away and hide, As every day she tries her best to get me by her side. I wish that I could let her know that I don't want to run, And hope that she will understand it's nothing that She's done. I'd like to have her stroke me and pat my weary head, But fear will overcome and I'll run and hide instead. For all the kindly people who feed the strays each day, I pray the Lord will care for them as they have cared for me."