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

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Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 11/11/2013 4:27:00 AM

Congratulations on the win, Joseph

Skat A

Date: 11/10/2013 9:28:00 PM

Joseph... Congratulations, thanks for the support..... ~SKAT~ LOVE

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/28/2013 6:07:00 PM

I LOVE how you did the theme of grief. An animal's grief. I think we can never really know how deep their grief may be. but surely it is a grief of some kind!!

Joseph May
Date: 9/28/2013 7:59:00 PM

thank you Andrea...I think Susan wanted personal accounts ...so this doesn't qualify

Monterey Sirak

Date: 9/22/2013 1:03:00 PM

Such a sad poem, but so well written. The image of the mother cat looking back is haunting.

Joseph May
Date: 9/23/2013 4:53:00 AM

Thank you Monterey