The King Sleeps

When darkness falls, he rules;
He hunts his prey in silence;
That toy mouse doesn't stand a chance;
He howls at his own reflection;
His cries awaken me in wee hours;
The cat upstairs runs upon the ceiling;
Mister Lucky tries to find him;
He hears the strays and the feral;
Running from window to window;
But he cannot see them;
He jumps upon the bed;
And kneads me with strong paws;
Purring as loud as a motor running;
I moan and pull the blanket;
To block out the sound;
He lies heavily across my legs;
But he doesn't stay for long;
His activities remain unnoticed;
As I finally slumber in exhaustion;
When I awake the next morning,
The king jumps upon the sofa;
And demands his ears to be scratched;
He purrs in satisfaction;
He climbs upon his throne so high;
Where he lazily sleeps all day