A Poem About My Kitty

Queen of the World


A flick

Of the ear, a shuffle

Of furry boots--

No noise will faze her.

A tap of the tail,

Once, twice,

Three times

She is impatient.

Impatient and bored,

For she is suddenly displeased

With her current position and proceeds

To lie down,

Falling to the carpet
With a
Dignified
THUMP.

Why? She asks herself,
Paws now comfortably
Tucked
Under her chest,

Is it so hard
For everyone to understand?
Her steady stare will not waver
As she challenges me to disagree.

I am CAT.

Regal and dignified.

Behold me,

       For I own everything you see and everything you cannot.

Her vain attitude,
Almost laughable,
Her being so simple-minded
And small

I, clearly the larger,

More intelligent animal,

Should not be threatened
By this boast of arrogance.

But I find that this
Is not the case.

The more complicated
You think you are
The more complicated
You become

For her, nothing is complicated.
She is queen,
     Ruler,
Sleek and satin empress.

The forcible feline breaks her gaze
Realizing that I have succumbed
To her unshakable confidence.
She is clearly the higher being.