Nestled soft on midnight thread,
A snow-white lion lifts its head.
With silken mane and royal pose,
Like winter wrapped in velvet flows.

No need for crowns or jeweled rings,
This regal cat wears fluff like kings.
And on the blanket, dark and deep,
It guards the realm where dreamers sleep.

But as it stares with calm mystique,
Eyes do ask, “Have you seen my feet?”