| A Quick Stroll Following the path around the lake Under a footbridge a pride of hunters The idle matriarch and her litter With sharp eyes she judges their skill They pounce noisy crickets They ambush ugly grasshoppers The greatest prize a moth Snatched from the air With a graceful leap And a swift paw A victorious dance Then a rewarding meal Tigers no bigger than hands Lions who squeak instead of roar Under the footbridges Where they huddle together To sleep and protect Their melodic purring And bewitching smiles |