She’s the sleeping lion snuggling with her cubs. She’s alert, an active Sub-Saharan night. She copes with the miscellaneous animals, All aching for their next meal. They must match the might of the mother cat. Delicate paws with paralyzing claws. She is the kitten you wished you didn't pet. The hush of the night, her gentle roars welcomed By whispering winds. You tap and poke and awake a hidden power you will soon regret.