For a queen, the throne is quite mainstream. So she climbed up an acacia tree for a siesta.
It was a sight to behold with the first light touched the head of the old one
I have woken up
Quite sloshed from night-mingled rains
A little drugged, by mountain fogs
I have been kidnapped for years by a mere kiss
~ Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingoes
One afternoon in Bharatpur