Monday, April 19, 2010

napowrimo #18

Like the lionness, I crave a good fight,
one with family stamped into each blade
of grass, sharper than my white as milk teeth.
The pain to protect is fierce like feminism,
climbing up any tree planted by man,
claws digging into the bark like jackhammers.
The children, my precious cubs, roll in my paws,
I watch them show teeth I don't want them to use.
A good fight is always prey over the cubs.
Like a good lionness, I rule like a king.


  1. That last line's a knockout! Way to pack a punch.

  2. I'd loooove to see you
    in the Great Beyond
    to kiss thy feets...
    yet, how can I if you dont yet
    know the Way home?
    Take my hand, dear...

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