Starry Crown
Feast galloped into a hole
And king held just its tail
But his tummy did tell
A tale his tongue didn’t tell.
I’ve read an anti-heroic tale:
A jackal a king cat fooled
And aptly proved him a fool
Witless, tasteless, and old.
Voices hissed in her ears
To mourn, to fight for rights
Or free this bloodless tree
And flee from deceit and lie.
“I’ll wear,” lastly, he did swear,
“Atop, thee, my starry crown
And sit beside thee benumbed
Adoring thy rosy, fairy feet”.
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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