Hair long as red as the mane of the lion.
Divine feline eyes.
Night time glints.
Sparkles.
The lady lioness.

She had kittens.
They're reared on milk bottle contents and pink champagne.
They swing round her hems,
They growl and moan.
Their neighbours they bother.
Driving their brothers and sisters insane.
Talons softer and shorter than mums, just a little bit.
Louder mouths until they feed upon the maternal lioness, who's purse they disrepectfully drain.
(C) Livvi