The Princess

Pretentious and aloof as a wealthy heiress
Subtle as a jackhammer
Her fits of exuberant affection coming
In short and sudden bursts
Sprinting down a darkened hallway
Or voicing her commands
The last word is ever hers

Play is her release
Moments when haughtiness subsides
Quick to catch herself
Before the façade is revealed
Recovering former dignities
Stalking off to groom or hunt imaginary prey

It is never just about what she desires
Only that which her high status demands
Lording herself over home and human
She is Princess -
All must worship!

And we do.