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.
Copyright © David Hunsciker | Year Posted 2023
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