A Royal Box

 

I found myself sitting at the entrance to a cave

it might once have been an aboriginal grave

I sat high above the surrounding landscape

far below in a verdant valley lay a distant lake

 

I could not see above where I sat alone

it was a natural not a man made home

The cave was deep and eerily dark

and in the mountains I could hear a dog bark

 

No one knew I was secreted in this place

nor were others able my footsteps to trace

It was a rare and lofty mirador

an entrance without seats or even a door

 

I had not paid any kind of ticket or fee

it was given by mother nature absolutely free

Birds flew below, around and above

once I saw a ring necked dove

 

The only sound I could hear was a gentle breeze

as I looked afar at the distant seas

I occupied a special place granted only to a few

it had been there since time immemorial this I knew

 

I was not a person of great nobility

nor had I ever received much publicity

Yet here I sat as a king enrobed and royal

on a rocky floor of gravel and soil