Lost Cub

A lioness calls out as she walked slowly towards her cub Who lay silently behind the shrub But her calls went unanswered, there was no reply By the fangs of a viper the poor cub had died The mother licked her cub hoping it would move But the stillness of death could not be removed She called..... and she called...... until the sun set The grief of that lioness was hard to forget After a while the big cat reluctantly moved on But she looked back one last time, and then she was gone