Ginny's Tale
I often think to myself, why Ginny? How'd they arrive at that name, I do love when they call me though, But I wish they'd tell, why Ginny? There are many thoughts I ponder upon, My name being one of them, Perched upon my windowsill, I wonder and look on. What makes him smile looking at me? Why does it feel so right? Why does he like scratching my ear? Why does he never fear my bite? Think and think is all I do, Until I am hungry, then I bark for food. ~Koustav Mishra