Poet’s Showcase: The Princess
Tail erect, whiskers aslant
she strides majestically through her domain
on some important mission
she alone knows the meaning.
She can wither her loyal subjects
with one glance of her limpid, emerald eyes
and leave them begging for her favors.
From her royal throne atop the TV
she surveys her realm,
white-gloved, sphinx-like, robed in ermine
remote, unfathomable, proud
every inch a princess of the blood.
— Eva Edmands lives in Lawrence.