The Sacred Meow Society Poetry Contest

Amidst the splendor of a grand estate Four cats of regal blood did rule with grace Each one adorned with fur of the finest state And eyes that shone with wisdom in their face. The first, a stately Siamese in white A cunning strategist, a fierce defender Her piercing gaze could strike with deadly might A warrior queen, no foe could surrender. The second, a Persian of royal breed A creature of elegance and charm Her soft meows could bring a king to knead And soothe the troubled heart with calming balm. The third, a Scottish Fold, so dainty and gentle Spurs could melt a heart of stone A diplomat, she kept the peace complete And smoothed out conflicts with her gentle tone. The fourth, a Bengal with a fiery soul A wildcat at heart, untamed and free Her agile moves could make the bravest cower And in her presence, all would bow the knee. Four cats of royal lineage and might In harmony, they ruled with all their might.