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The Royal Dynasty of Meow


My whiskery friends perch on street lights and picket fences, Greeting me with bowed heads and the purr of an army, They create a living chain to link my kingdom, They live as one, Everything they do is for the good of the whole, Without its citizens this kingdom could not thrive, Their job is to protect, And protect is what they do, Our land stretches from the Siamese sea to the Long Haired Plateau, Each creature is their own part of this intricate silk lined tapestry
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