Queen

Nae's Nest —  October 22, 2012 — Leave a comment

She sits at her window most of the day

Absorbing the sun, watching rabbits at play

She seldom gets up, Except to eat

Much preferring to sit while I serve at her feet

She seems to think she is the Queen

Demanding I bring her something to eat

I do not know how much more I can take

She doesn’t even wash a plate

And when she is mad, she will cry

While I am wishing, I could hide

She has me trained, the way she wants

So I guess she is here to stay

She’s my kitty and I love her

Oh no! It is time to fetch her toys and play

I’ve got to go, I can’t be late

Bye bye for now, it’s been great!

Renee Robinson

Nae's Nest

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I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

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