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
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,
Over high and floating,
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.
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-