Walking down the village canal
Thirst stricken bound to survive
With three young cubs to wall
Tempered head in fear did thrive

Visiting place by place in scorching heat
Sublime skinned and strong heart
Verge of courage to walk the feet
Surge in defence to family’s Ward

Unlike the jungle she feared predators
Roaming on the infertile hard soil
Urging to claim her home, intruders
ravaging the world, balance spoils

Then she halt and drunk relief found
Quintessential perimeter now achieved
Tumbled by bullet as she turned around
Quickly up to guard offsprings bereaved

Succumbed to sticks and human effort
Powerless she gave up on the ground
Since she entered snatched land of dirt
Paws of might lost threatening sound


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