Mock Epic: The Cat's Conquest Of The Sofa Poem by ashok jadhav

Mock Epic: The Cat's Conquest of the Sofa
Sing, O Cushions, witnesses to triumph and terror,
Of Heroes four-legged and furred,
Who wage wars not with swords, but with claws and cunning,
And claim dominion over realms once thought safe.
Behold Sir Whiskers, feline lord of stealth,
Eyes gleaming like twin moons, tail twitching with ambition.
The Sofa, fortress of mortals, throne of comfort,
Stands proud, unaware of the approaching conquest.
With a leap worthy of Olympus' champions,
Sir Whiskers lands upon cushions, silent as shadow,
Surveying territory, sniffing boundaries,
And planting tiny paws like banners of victory.
The Humans, once masters, watch in vain,
Arms crossed, voices raised, yet powerless against agility divine.
Blankets are tossed as barricades, pillows as shields,
But the Cat, cunning as a trickster god, navigates all obstacles.
The Battle rages: tail flicks as swords, claws strike like spears,
Purring thunders, marking territory, asserting dominance.
Even the Rug trembles beneath epic skirmishes,
While the Coffee Table stands as neutral witness,
Scattered remotes and snacks falling like casualties of war.
At last, with grace and arrogance perfected over lifetimes,
The Sofa is claimed; cushions dented, blankets rearranged,
Sir Whiskers sprawls, sovereign of comfort,
Eyes half-closed in victorious serenity.
Thus ends the epic of the Cat's Conquest of the Sofa,
Where mortals bow, cushions sigh,
And even the humblest domestic throne
Can be claimed by whiskers, claws, and immortal feline cunning.