Upon the quilted sea of white,
A regal form reclines in light.
With fur of silver, soft and sleek,
In restful pose, no words to speak.

The pillow blooms in hues of blue,
A garden’s dream in every hue.
Beneath the calm of dappled shade,
A sovereign’s bed is gently laid.

Eyes half-closed, a tranquil stare,
A moment free from worldly care.
This quiet king, in his domain,
Knows only peace, devoid of strain.

Oh, feline lord of afternoon,
Your slumber hums a timeless tune.
A whispered song of still repose,
Where time dissolves, and comfort grows.