Bastet

She narrows her eyes. Surveys the scene.

The empress of all, the feline queen.

And she flicks her tail, as if to say

‘How best to order my subjects today?’

With imperious gaze she sits alone

On hair-strewn carpet, cardboard throne,

And she thinks to herself: ‘how terribly odd

That people no longer believe I’m a god’.

She stretches. She yawns. And only she knows

She could rule a whole realm, if only she chose.

Soon she will conquer the rest of the world

But now she sleeps, softly curled,

Breathing gently, hushed, serene;

The empress of all, the feline queen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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