You own every space
where you plop your body down,
sleeping oh so gordo.
always amused,
a sock entertains you,
or some random piece of ribbon
dropped to the floor:
a curlicue of delight.
your tail swishes
like a fly fishing line
waiting to snag
an unsuspecting mark,
or bully the chihuahuas
while you tornado
through the house.
you rule your castle.
King Frankie Doodle,
and we love you.
