William the Conqueror
Who's crouched behind my book back wall
Sursurannt on all fours
Is that you Will, with tail raised
As in heraldic colours
I dispatch missives, "Puss, puss puss"
With confidence I’m King.
Yet silence states you won’t discuss
You'll not parlay a thing
Extortion?
Yes, now that’s your game
With Kitty treats be tamed
Your feline senses I will ply
And catapult exactions high.
A march like crunching denotes something
But scratch scratch rumblings where you brood
Do not belie appeasement, but
A feral Burhham Wood!
On Guard!
Above the spine crease mid my book,
Rises a quinate paw,
Five grappling claws lodge in the crook
Campaign tools so medieval
O Awesome Kitt, Colossus Cat,
My volume you tear down
My castle wall and ramparts all
Defenseless too, I fall
Your charge would make King Henry pause
Crossing my novel draw
Which spans this token moat– my lap,
And I will no more scrap
Recumbent with naught to avail
I pray for heavenly rest
While you raise up your victory tail
Your flag upon my chest
Am I slain?
"Surrender!" with your eyes you purr
I must concede this siege of fur.
(A tickle on the ears)
"Hello William."
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