The king rests

 

Soft and furry

and no where to be.

I can lay around

and just be me.

 

I rest in content

with blissful glory.

And in my head

there plays a story.

 

I’m a tiger, a lion,

a fierce feared cat.

But in reality

I’m getting a little fat.

 

But that’s ok

cuz I’m getting old.

And what  really matters

is the reality I’m told.

 

They tell me I am fierce,

the king of my lands.

So I sit so regally

with an attitude so grand.

 

I am Simba, the king,

guarding all in my keep.

But for now I think…

I will just get some regal sleep.

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For Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge ~ Black and White.