Each day you creep around the house,
Searching stealthily for that invisible mouse,
Or strutting around like you own the place,
The queen of Sheba, all hail her grace.

Afternoons are spent in the window sill,
Bathing in sunshine, hourly still.
Watching the world rush slowly by,
Occasionally swatting that annoying fly.

Lying on my bed without a care,
The sheets and pillow covered in hair,
Blast you cat! I raise my tone,
She barely stirs from flattened throne.

Leave me be! I’m trying to sleep!
I’m catching mice, not counting sheep.