With the golden eyes of a pharaoh –
This lioness extends her paw to me -
I am not deceived. I am just walking prey.
Her forebears brought down rhino –
Under the sweltering skies of the high veldt:
Lithe and supple, fleet of foot,
She covers this northern turf
With ceaseless leaps and bounds.
Her loyalty is only bounded by her pride,
Affiliation is to the death.
No treachery in her world of smell:
No subtleties of intent
No pretended pretence, 
No sins of commission nor of omission:
Just a wild unvarnished tale: A life, lived.