"That got me thinking…"

Golden light, having thrown off night's chill
 sprawls luxuriously over you. 

As a majestic beast on the Serengeti,  you
relax supine, poised to sniff the air and to receive 
your subjects - slender blades of gold and green, 
cheerful citizens content to bow and sway in your presence.

A crimson guest chitters at the feeder, his voice 
tumbling and cartwheeling with the same 
exuberance that roly-poly honey-colored offspring might; 
it barely registers a flick of your silky and royal ear. 

If this were another life,  you might have a pride 
of creatures to protect and feed and survey and groom. 
But it's only this life, sunshine on a yard that waits patiently 
to be mowed and trees that begin to shed summer's 
work with a hint of future glory.

And I think maybe you have something to teach me 
about being the king of this life.