
Asleep upon her throne /
The cat who came to dinner. /
All that was without /
Now purrs deep within her./
Approach upon bended knee /
Should you be around /
And be sure your face /
Is suitably pointed down.
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Asleep upon her throne /
The cat who came to dinner. /
All that was without /
Now purrs deep within her./
Approach upon bended knee /
Should you be around /
And be sure your face /
Is suitably pointed down.
040118
Filed under 2018, Old North Knoxville, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Tagged as April, asleep, cat, David E. Booker, Old North Knoxville, photo, poem, poetry, throne