Caring ~ POETRY Queen

Pussy-cat, oh where have you been,
To see the Queen, so regal and serene?
Did you go to frighten a little mouse,
And understand the power of her noble house?

With a flick of your tail and a gleam in your eye,
You ventured forth, under the moonlit sky.
Through fields and meadows, you stealthily crept,
In search of the Queen, where secrets are kept.

You approached her throne, with cautious grace,
In awe of her presence, in that sacred space.
Her Majesty, adorned in royal attire,
Commanding respect with a flicker of fire.

But as you gazed upon her lofty seat,
You realized it wasn’t power, but love so sweet.
For the Queen’s true strength lay in her heart,
A compassion that could heal and impart.

The little mouse, trembling with fear,
Found solace in the Queen, so near.
No longer afraid, it felt safe and secure,
In the embrace of love, so pure.

Pussy-cat, you learned a lesson profound,
That true power lies in kindness, unbound.
For the Queen’s throne wasn’t built on fear,
But on understanding, compassion sincere.

So, Pussy-cat, as you wander along,
Remember the Queen’s message, clear and strong.
In the face of power, let love be known,
For it is the truest throne that can be shown.

@peacewriter51