Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb. - Sir Winston Churchill

Lioness

Her scars! she hides For her cubs not to see, Hunting?! That she does ‘cause thy cubs to feed, After a long day, she abide calm As thy humming a psalm. Roaming the jungle, fearlessly And lions halt and gaze, Touch her! she'll throw her claws, carelessly! And you'll bleed for days, Deserted Venery Cause her cubs drain her energy.



© Thabaknee
2018-11-04

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