The Queen
She is the master
The commander
The monarch
She rules this room
She is the Queen
Her territory expanding
Out into the kitchen
Away to the closet
Conquering through
She shows no mercy
Jumping upon her foe
Striking quickly
Silencing opposition
Preparing for the fight
The beast shows itself
Glaring at her enemy
She bares her fangs
Draws her claws
Ready to strike
A sudden cry of dinner
She skirts past the beast
Her body slobbered on
She makes it to her bowl
The others are there
She ascends to her throne
Demanding her divine right
She lets out a battle cry
She bowls into them
A scream and a hiss
A clash of claw and tooth
A battle she will win
Attrition she won’t suffer
Beating her adversaries
She sits down to eat
After all, she is the Queen
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