| Your majesty, greetings I chance upon royalty A person of highest honor With no pittance to offer Crossing the land With wary eyes upon me Invading her queendom A two-legged animal With opposable thumbs A giant to be felled By her champion Unarmed but aware That my familiar path Is now part of her territory She curses under her breath And holds a defensive position Her labor and treasure These soft kittens I offer no malice Toward the urban lioness The protective mother And her litter They make me regret That I have no queen Or princesses to serve |