Growling, roaring upon his mate
His mighty sound what a mental state
To see him upon his victory snare
Wildly taking leaving nothing to spare
For it is the call of the wild
Not for the squeamish or the mild
Dashing his role as he does what he does
Mating and sleeping and watching his love
Upon her he stands, biting her neck
Driving her crazy but what the heck
She's the hunter, the mother, the strongest of the group
Taking what is and making it all work
Brings home the food and takes care of her young
She the one that gets him undone
His lioness she is, the best of the pride
She is sleek but strong
This was fun....I think I was a cat in another life...hehe
