Cat v. Regina
The common cat, surveying monarchy,
will do so with disinterest, its eye
eschewing killing curiosity -
something the Press could learn (and you and I).
The cat conveys a spiritual calm;
that kingdoms rise and wane can’t touch its heart.
As long as this crowned head does it no harm
a human private life’s a thing apart.
No voyeuristic instincts drive the cat -
no who-did-what to whom, or when, or why.
A butler, queen or king are merely - that,
united in the same equality.
A cat’s above the media’s lurid screams -
their Spot-the-Royal-Sin, the dirt they dish -
and finds its consolation in Zen dreams
and powers of philosophy (and fish).
D. A. Prince
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