A silken queen rules my world,
Her whim is mine to answer.
She lays upon my sofa curled,
Her tail she swishes in my butter,
And looks askance should I deign to scold.
Should I forget she demands “fresh water”,
“Stir my food.” seems her very next order.
“And do not be a fool or disturb,
When I upon your sofa lay curled,”
Black Silk, her name, felinus domesticus, her genre.
Ode to Silky
A poem about my Black Persian, Silk.