No Celebrations For This Lioness (poem)

Perched on a branch high in a tree,
I watch a pride from afar,
Lionesses playing with their newly born cubs,
Lions laying lazily in the sun watching the celebration.

Where is my cub?
Where is my celebration?

Hiding in the bushes I watch the cubs thrive and play,
Suck vigorously from their mothers teet,
Their mothers relaxing happily in their home,
Life couldn't be more perfect.

Where is my perfection?

Stalking in the savanna,
I watch the lion families lick and rub each other,
I smile, glad to see some joy in the world,
Glad to see happy faces everywhere.

Where is my joy?
Where is my happiness?

He is in with the witch doctor,
Sick but healing nicely,
My smile sits on top of a face of pain,
My perfection waiting for us to come home.

Perched on a branch high in a tree,
I watch a pride from afar,
Lionesses playing with their newly born cubs,
Lions laying lazily in the sun watching the celebration.

Hiding in the bushes I lay helplessly watching my cub grow from afar,
Dreaming of the jealousy I have of all the other lions.