Dave The Cat

David is a sturdy cat his girth could smother any rat.
Seated respendent on his throne
The vauxhall van parked alone.

His manner indicates the respect thats due;
To feline fop that grew and grew.

Herald the feline fop.
A prince of Linnet,
to appear by chance at any minute.

Green eyes stoke mews so 'let me in"
'or I'll be rooting in your bin"

He's so seated in crowns of leaves.
Oblivious to a world that greaves

For wars in far and distant lands
or nations future fiscal plans.

Deposed despots of puppet states,
are unaffected by his gait.

He saunters solid across his drive,
While homo sapiens work and strive.

To bring home bacon.
To fill his plate.
So he can rest.
and not predate.
So furry morsels that elude his paws
are in his dreams and not his claws.