Posted at PFFA quite some time ago, perhaps even for critique.
Cleo
Queen Cleo forsakes the domicile
to lie white and burnished orange
in her court. She gives audience today:
one Maxwell the Boxer is scheduled
to woof and defer and bow low
to the Duchess of Paw and Puffed Tail.
Patra is patient with mincing maids,
bright ribbons and bells and silky fresh
whiskers. Entreaties of play are swiftly
dismissed by her aura, her taut coil
of tension. Alarum! The gate has been
breached by Max and his sniffers!
"Barbarians," mewls Cleo. The louts
chase her minions to hiding. She hisses
departure and leaps to the window.
Her grooming is subtle; then nobly
she signals command to the courtiers
to hasten Her Grand and Right Royal Entrance.
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It's about an old family cat. Sue me.
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