The Master’s Grace…my Beast

Beast, a feline grace…

The Master's Beast
The Master’s Grace…my Beast

Beast, such grace, such benevolence…

I hear a whining meow,
a relentless pleading complaint, that
if not addressed will surely persist
until my death,
for my slavery is complete,
broken into reality so brutally,
I can but rattle my chains
as I respectfully smile, in release.

A master beckons,
pointedly, unerringly,
so who am I to resist my purpose,
my service irrefutable,
and so I conform, task my life with care,
for denial would be punishable,
from a back end pose to a snub of monumental measure,
so if displeasure be, a scratch or two
to bring me round to sense.

I can but be eternally grateful,
for all this is mine to share, this house, this food,
this breath I hold and dare not contradict
the demands of a master,
so quick to judge amid failure,
yet what morsel of joy do I receive,
for my attentions,
so what compensation awaits
an ardent soul of commitment?
Pure, unconditional love.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

2 thoughts on “The Master’s Grace…my Beast

  • November 12, 2016 at 10:33 PM

    He is Phyllis and gives me so much in return for my loyalty. Glad you enjoyed the poem.


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