King of the Hill

[nibbed]

Hi, The four-eyed cat

Mercy me, you are certainly inspired
so many wonderful writes, just flowing.
Your poem reminded me of my brother.
The first time he introduced me to dandelion butter.
He was five years older and always got the better of me,
but not hurtful so much, just in a lovingly teasing sorta way.

Thank you.

He sits on a throne;
a green and mounded hill.
A velvety yellow crown
on a cat without teeth.               I don't know why the cat is significant to this poem, or do I?
Waves are gently blown
on a carpet of grass
in a palace of nature.
As if a royal envoy
brings forth a message:
"summer has come,
King Dandelion."


I know that dandelions can cause a fuss.
And children like to spread their seeds.
At first when I read your poem I thought about the thistle
that sometimes springs up in the center of the patches of meadow we have here.
It sits high above all the other flowers, boasting its bright purple carpet.
I love how you call your wildflower, "King Dandelion".



have a blessed day!
janine