The Lioness and her cubs
As softly as the lush grass,
The lioness laid her paw on the earth,
Her stride sleek and without falter
As she circled around the herd,
Looking for a moment of weakness,
For her to attack
Her mark on the earth barely there,
Her sleek strong body,
Blending in with her surroundings,
With little more than a small shuffle of dirt,
In, out weaving between the rocks and debris
Her eyes, watching, always watching and waiting,
Through the grass,
Then suddenly,
She sees a weakness,
An elderly gazelle,
Staggering and fighting the pain,
Barely able to keep up,
The lioness sees her chance,
Her body thin from lack of food,
Her stomach growling,
She goes for it, goes for it with all her strength,
She pins the helpless prey down,
And the prey breaths its last gasp,
Then the lioness gets to work, eating,
Satisfying her hunger,
Filling her empty stomach,
Then out of no where, two lion cubs appear
They are her cubs hungry and worn,
They their place and start feeding on the carcase,
The carcase their mother killed,
Soon, soon they will learn to hunt for themselves,
But for now they stick by their mother
Once the lioness has finished feeding,
She strides to a near by shade tree,
There she lays her strong, slender body,
Ready to sleep off her kill,
For her body is full,
She has satisfied her hunger,
And her cubs,
Who she treasures the most,
Are happy, playful and growing up big and strong,
With knowing this,
She can relax and rest as her cubs play together happily,
Without a care in the world,
No knowledge of what life has in store for them,
Not realising how lucky they are to have a mother like her.
