It’s time to get out of the community center

I rise, call my cubs to me: “We’re getting a ride, let’s go.”

Full moon oncoming like a tidal wave

PMS hanging me by the skin of my Sacrum

it is time to make for the door

Breathe dense oxygen, the illusion of relief

just a minute’s worth,  anything will do

The other lioness whose shoulder slowly rises

as she languidly mounts the steps

speaks to me in 2 dimensions only

explains everything she says,

I must look challenged

“No, I’m not frowning, just a bit tired”

I jump up onto the sidewalk and start slowly down the street

my pups trailing in front of me

The other lioness pushes her pram with her mouth

still manages to ask questions

Why don’t the dark clouds here bring rain?

why do they move on?

My ears are buzzing

I count the cobblestones with my paws,

soon to collapse in my den

feed and bathe my young

send them to bed with a Sigh

Art Work By Yaron Rosner