On soft paws she
comes dancing like a
slip of
silken air
to pad about the room
feigning innocence.

Then,
quick as the wisp she blew in on,
drops her guileless  disguise
in haste
to do battle with the socks
and commandeer
the newspaper fleet scattered
on the floor.

But,
in a flash
the crusade
she won
is forgotten.
because she's found a hoard
of spoils and treasure.

Among the
warm golden spills the battle claimed
on the windowsill,
she lounges,
and rumbles her tiny
lion voice,
surveying her conquered Kingdom.