The feline lies supine anywhere he pleases
whether it’s on the table where we dine,
in the middle of a silky luxurious bed
or lofty down pillows where we lay our head.
He cares not for any of our house rules
nor does he expect the least affection,
unless he, the king is willing and ready
to glance with indifference in our direction.
His regal stance is one of royalty
and he shows no ounce of fealty
to the cat- scratched hand that feeds him
for we, but mere humans are here to serve
his every waking need and catnip dream pleasures.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I used to have cats but I currently am without one. This has made me long for them again. They are such amazing creatures!
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