Whispering Shadows

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Two lionesses meet, their eyes lock in a gentle way. Their whiskers touch, a tender, silent prayer, A moment's peace, in a world that's often bare. Their fur, a softness, against the dark of night, A comforting warmth, a gentle, loving light. Their eyes, a window, to a soul so deep, A bond between them, a connection they keep. In this quiet moment, they find their strength, A love and loyalty, that will last at length. Their gentle nuzzle, a soothing, sweet refrain, A balm for the soul, a love that remains. In their stillness, we find a peaceful nest, A sense of calm, a world where love finds rest.