The lioness strikes her cub once more
Because it is necessary
He rises and walks on
She lays her body to rest and watches
Then she playfully engages him unexpectedly
Without hesitation, she uses her weight
and bares her teeth in laughter
They all come from her womb
Stand tall now, visibly flexes her muscles
Stand tall now, she sees everything
and does not release any fiber of what she loves
Lioness, queen of the animals