for my lovely sis Lyn...
Everybody seems silent and sober like an owl
Coz the lioness arrived with her gnawin growl
Bring danger to her cubs soon you’ll become a feed
Quite motherly instinct…a true friend indeed
But can be gentle as a wind to her nursin cubs
Cheerful and humourous, playful as cats
Soft and vulnerable side shown only to her mates
Light version of her soul, unnoticeable when one hates
Truth might hurt but she’ll give it straight
Without sugar coatin or nonsense bait
Though sometimes, she makes me lose my faith
Ah! The beauty of opposition…balances our will and fate
Actin dumb but clever, that’s my fox way
Protective and carin, she as lioness, i must say
Tough girl like me need a firm hand sometimes
Lioness EVILyn, behind the name, has wisdom richer than wines.
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