I Am Lioness
I am the original African queen of huntresses.
My golden and taut body in unison with my sisters,
as we bunch and tense our muscles ready to spring.
Our young are with their fathers daytime sleeping,
as we females mainly provide the sustenance.
On we charge, in the ancient dance of predators,
spinning in the dust as we quickly kill our prey.
We drag the corpse in the heavy noonday heat,
the pride's mouths redden with blood.
It may sound harsh to many,
but it is in the lifebeat of our survival.
Our cubs soon grow larger, their learning is swift,
my mate and I age,
his mane his crown, his bearing regal.
We hold court in our savanna kingdom,
I am lioness, hear my roar. ~
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Copyright © Regina Elliott | Year Posted 2023
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