Curled up on one end of the couch (your castle),
You contentedly fritter away the afternoon,
Observing the living room through
One open eye.
Carefully I sit with my book.
You gracefully stretch your back and yawn.
Your paw, so clean and quiet,
Tentatively taps my arm.
With your usual royal bearing,
You allow me the privilege of
A brief glimpse into
That fortress of feline sensibility.
© Judith C Evans 2011
[Thanks to this week's Poetry Potluck prompt: fortresses, castles, palaces, and royal houses -- join us!]