Bastet the Egyptian Goddess

Dog sits staring at Bastet She is regal Her gold collar majestic We are both mesmerized subjects Her minions – the dog and I Her silent subtle commands Are quickly answered We bring her nip and her drink We have both sensed the deep wrath That is the undercurrent of this Egyptian cat More powerful than a sand storm More royal than any pharaoh ancient or otherwise Baste sits, plotting our demise, designing our tombs. The dog and I shudder.