Safe Haven
Dark is home for this rogue Lioness,
still some monsters I can’t benchpress;
So I do whatever I can to survive;
The hunt can never really be over,
even while being courted by a lover;
Handsome he is at the foot of the bed;
Pretty words can persuade it’s true
that when needed he will shelter you;
Until you’re a weapon too hard to wield;
Snacking on the crust of upper class
similar to a kill in Serengeti grass;
I always protect my safe haven.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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