He lingers near the edge with spotted paws;
Near the ceiling, standing tall,
He surveys the land beneath, ruler over all.
Rumbling growls with a whirl and tread,
The lingering scent of meat long dead.
The king, uncrowned, becomes well fed.
I've got a king, a queen, and a princess at home and I beckon to their every need. Good stuff and welcome aboard. Kenneth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice, well thought out poem. I love cats too. You described it beautifully. Kindest Regards, Irene