the pride is silenced
it has been broken
the young ones are no more
taken by a coward
one who holds no honor
an impostor of justice
no cubs to nurse
but her breast are full
carefully she searches for one
feverishly moving thru the brush
no glimmer of life to be found
still she continues
the future has been struck down
the lines have been cut
but their is still hope
her womb will open again
-sj
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