On the Savannah

Camouflaged tawny,
same as the dry grasses
they sleep among,
ears twitch and nostrils
flare at the gentle breeze.
The smell of Zebra
permeates the air.
The dry heat glistens
and shimmers above
the wafting grass.
Softly she grunts
and the pride's future
wobbles up to her
and meows hungrily.
The lioness,
mistress of all she surveys,
rolls gently to one side
and lets the kittens suckle.
Mothers' love spans all species
and in its universality
makes us all the same.