Lord of the Castle
By Laura Greenall
He strides through the hall without a sound
Searching the corners for what can be found
Ears alert and nose a twitch
He’s the favorite of the castle’s witch
Black as coal and fleet of foot
Tail aloft with a slight little crook
He hunts for the mice with the smoothest of ease
And kills them quick without even a tease
He’s the lord of the castle, though the king unbeknown
Tis the big black cat that should sit on the throne
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