The Golden Griffin

What is inside the lioness of the sky Who is it that stairs into the gleaming sun an egalitarian that makes the wolves cry soaring with the clouds in lofty unison with the gilded crown and talons bristling gliding on the warm winds effortlessly flies towards the sun then suddenly diving A rapturous blur the eyes keen steadily swooping to the clutch where the fledgling brood calling quietly as a pup on high in the nest of a tree The warrior-hunter sees her strength renewed