Sangari

Oh! Distinctive soul whose Amber eyes
Great shining light balls
You are so wise
With a will of steel
And a heart of gold
Sangari she is to behold

300 pounds of muscle
Wrestling with nobility
An aristocrat from Rajustan
Actively looking for a man
Lives in a crumbling fort where time
Has locked her destiny
In a rhyme

Her gait is sure
Her way ahead, is equal to
Where she was led
He mother told her she would have to go
Find her own way
Her own show

Live and die in this ancient place
In India her guile and grace
And the fury of finding a mate
a family and she cannot wait

A warrior she had become
Her beautiful coat was woven and hung
In such a manner, only she
Was camouflaged so beautifully

Perfect natural markings she
Practised invisibility
She stalked her prey with
Enormous eyes
With a beating heart
Full of surprise

She ran like the wind
And she leapt so high
She Climbed up trees
And was seen to fly

She hadn’t had Cubs
And was aching to
And 3 inch teeth could
Soon slice through

This was her kingdom
Where she learned
Really how to be concerned
Of the need to mate
And to make her play
To meditate and to understand

The way of life
The need to be
A mother and a luminary
Starlight in her very eyes
The vividness that mystifies

The flush of dawn
The glint and glow
As she leaps down to the
Stream below
Mirrored there her whiskered face
Pertinent to the truer space

In her astral wanderings so to say
This is where small fishes play
Mindfully she tries to share
Really everything that’s there

She walks lightly on the ground
Her readiness to so astound
Her expectations are everywhere
Confident and Clearly rare

her veracity there is nothing false
And she can scare
The living day lights out of those
She chases for she likes to pose

A reason to be on their case
There is never a long chase
She stalks she leaps
And that’s the point
She’s gnawing on her favourite joint

She really does have an appeal
Well proportioned she is real
Hoping that her suitor will
Come to her and really chill

It won’t be a long affair
And honestly she doesn’t care
All she wants are Cubs for she
Is five years old and needs to be

A mother for the first time who
She can be and then walk through
The spell created which will be
A picture of immaculacy