Whispers of Majesty
Reflection
In the realm of shadows, a tale unfolds,
Of lionesses and their cub, a story told.
Their faces, a map of love and might,
A testament to the wild, a gentle sight.
The mother's gaze, a piercing stare,
Guards her young with a fierce care.
The cub's eyes, bright with wonder and glee,
Drink in the world, wild and free.
Their fur, a softness, a texture so fine,
Inviting touch, a sensory divine.
In monochrome, their beauty shines,
A timeless tale, of love that entwines.
A moment captured, a memory made,
A family's bond, in a wild shade.
Their whispers, a language all their own,
A symphony, of love, forever sown.