A brown Hyena’s snapshot

15 years of being alone
And then finding this place
Desolate and in ruins
It’s really hard to face
Reality a place to hide
Where no one can find me
Cover from the flying dust
That often comes to be

A place to lay exhausted
By exertion of each hunt
To dream a while
Mile after mile
It so feels like a stunt
To administer my mothering role
To cubs that need my care
Searching and wanting soon to find
A brand new special lair

Despairing of the little ones
I mean it blows my mind
There is no prey around these ruins
Out yonder I must find
Food to fill their gasping guts
Their aching souls to sway
This is what they demand of me
Every single day