Pink soft fabric snuggles

The hand that pulls at the looming

Lights, dancing about her feeble stature.

The lion and his lioness circle the

Barricade, her only escape the tiny sun

Peaking through the hole above her head.

A tight squeeze, but she contorts her body

Flawlessly.

The ground meets her feet, firm, and others stand about.

Too calm she tells herself, her feet feeling tickled,

Looking down to find a bed of bugs that crawl

Their tiny legs up her skin.

I must keep moving, she tells herself.

The fences of scattered homes,

She soars,

Over high and floating,

Flying free.

Bugs that leave her troubled feet,

Lion and his lioness that follow not far behind-

But she knows she’s safe from the ravenous teeth that build within her curious gut,

And reaches down with a kiss goodbye.

She soars,

And her feet find a patch of green.

Sweet bundle of brown fur that taps it’s paws

Around the grass-

She reaches the cub that shows its glimmering eyes

And climbs its back, united cordially.

Fingers she runs through it’s hair,

A pulse that travels to her bones-

sweet harmony.

She rides,

Riding free.