Queen

She is the queen
Of the night not of
My dreams but of her
Garden the dog and cats,
At sunrise as I feed the pets
And straighten up the house
I see her muddy tracks across
The house up and down stairs
A plate on the patio covered
In ants from her midnight
Treat for a faithful dog
As I free cats from a
Closet or too dumb
To come in by the
Door she insists
Be left open
Always for
Feline
Felicity so
It is time for
Me to move on
To a cup of tea at
The cafe then I must
Purchase a sheet of heavy
Plastic to hang in the open
Doorway with a slit to let
The pets pass in and
Out in the court of
The queen of
The night.