Proud Cat
It's not easy to thrive as a wild cat,
Though the preys eaten make them cute and fat,
This day,she was humbled,
As pride made her fumbled,
She sometimes lies like a beast on a mat.
Watching her prey with interest to kill,
Her muscles vibrate like electric eel,
Then the prey climbs a tree,
Which she couldn't for free,
Hunger looms today, which is not her will.
The prey smiles as he raises head high,
She looks up with her kids to the sky,
Sky rumbles with a sound,
As she grumbles around,
Rain will not bring him down,so..they cry...
8-10-2018
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