Princess Lily
Her Highness lay sedately on her bed,
Although no diadem adorned her head.
For whether with jewellery or without,
Her Royalty could never be in doubt.
She stretched a languid paw and twitched an ear,
Her amber eyes sprang open bright and clear.
Then rising up to all four dainty feet,
She wandered off to see what was to eat.
Progressing down the stair with measured tread,
Inspecting all with nobly inclined head.
Regards the sleeping dog with haughty stare,
Then waits with patience ‘til her slave gets there.
He’s late she should not have to wait at all,
Then she hears his footsteps in the hall.
‘Morning Princess’ he says with cheery laugh,
‘Really’ she thinks ‘one just can’t get the staff’.
George William Savage
21st May 2008
Author notes
This is about a lttle white kitten I found hanging in a plastic bag in a tree in my local woods. I took her home and pampered her a little, and she condescended to keep me on her staff. She is now bigger (and fatter) but has the most regal stare and noble way of sitting. I have to be careful not to upset her or she punishes me by sitting outside in the rain and refusing to acknowledge my presence.
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