The Queen

She is the master The commander The monarch She rules this room She is the Queen Her territory expanding Out into the kitchen Away to the closet Conquering through She shows no mercy Jumping upon her foe Striking quickly Silencing opposition Preparing for the fight The beast shows itself Glaring at her enemy She bares her fangs Draws her claws Ready to strike A sudden cry of dinner She skirts past the beast Her body slobbered on She makes it to her bowl The others are there She ascends to her throne Demanding her divine right She lets out a battle cry She bowls into them A scream and a hiss A clash of claw and tooth A battle she will win Attrition she won’t suffer Beating her adversaries She sits down to eat After all, she is the Queen