Lord of the Castle cat poem

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