Lionesses

A lioness’s freedom,
Is a worthy thing to boast.
Their grace and pure muscle,
Their gorgeous sandy coats.
While lounging in the grasses,
Beneath the raging sun.
A child drifts past a goddess,
Cut short in leaping run.
A rippling mass of power,
A terrifying jaw.
To be graced with such a presence,
Would leave you in rare awe.