The Destrier Sofa

The child shadow peers,
pleased, over her Saturday
couch cushion fort creation.

Mom now awake, demands
order, cleanliness. Lacks vision—
long shrivelled by age.

Mother doesn’t see the tableau
as it transpired—the charging
Destrier sofa carrying

gallant throw pillow knight
wielding broom handle lance
in defence of Queen’s honour.

Ill-timed tidiness the difference
between victory, and downfall
of the entire weekend.