Princess

Princess short poem

Photo by Kieran (AU)

With the golden eyes of a pharaoh –
Her forebears brought down lions –
Under the sweltering skies of the high veldt:
Lithe and supple, fleet of foot,
She covers this northern turf
With ceaseless leaps and bounds.
Her loyalty is unbounded by species,
Affiliation is to the death.
No treachery in her world of smell:
No subtleties of intent, no deceptions of manner,
No sins of commission or omission:
Her plain unvarnished tale: a life, lived

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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What a beautiful portrayal of the power of the female and the fair freedoms of the jungle world.

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