Household Goddess

She moves with fluid stealthy grace.
Although compelled by circumstance
to accept now a lowly place.
A loser in life’s game of chance.

She can pretend to be a pet
But don’t be fooled make no mistake,
for she remembers even yet.
When the whole world was hers to take,

to freely do with as she chose.
None had the power to say her nay,
deep in her savage heart she knows.
That she will reign again some day.

You might think she is just a cat.
Exactly as she wants you to.
Though she is not, she’s more than that.
One day she will reign over you

when she resumes her rightful place.
As the ancient Egyptians knew,
each cat a goddess in her own right.
But until then she will make do.

She lets you think you’re in control
Yet she can rule you easily
I think that truly on the whole
you recognise her majesty.

The feline race were born to rule.
Which they all know instinctively.
If you think otherwise: You fool
yourself most comprehensively.

13-Jun-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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