King of the House

The King of the house bared his sharp fangs

As he let out a glorious yawn

He gave me a glare

As he ruffeld his hair

Then collapsed in a snooze on the lawn

His golden eyes closed beneath eyelids

And a breeze slightly tangled his fur

His mood was quite peaceful

You could tell he was gleeful

You could hear a vibration: his pur

The King of the House is a lion

Or at least, when he looks in the mirror

Other than that

He's my friend; he's my cat

And I love him, no matter how queer