Look to see
A whisper?
Can you perceive
Shudder of a leaf?
Can you hear
The steps of a dear?
Then you are royalty
Of some higher degree.
Have you the ability
To hear senility?
No, not I,
Not even a snail’s sigh.
Left to only wonder
About thunder.
Days of antiquity
In their inequity
Wished for a king
Of something.
Creator warned
And they learned
Not always
Better days
To confess and
Good Queen Bess
