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.