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The New Generation - A story that changes historyThe two lionesses scurried back towards the pride.
"Sire, sire! Quickly!" One of them said.
The king, Jasiri, eagerly followed. He wondered what was going on, if anything bad had happened. Well, alot of things happened around here. Besides, this was the most dangerous territory out of all, atleast three rouges coming in a day.
"What is wrong, Mika?" Jasiri asked the first lioness.
Mika grinned, "Not anything you should worry about..."
Jasiri was confused at this comment, looking at the second lioness. 'What does she mean?' He asked himself. He saw Mika move out of the way, showing a narrowish hole. He poked his head through, seeing his mate. She was laying on her side.
Kuta had noticed Jasiri, her mate, "Jasiri, over here..." She groaned in disturbance.
Jasiri nodded, obeying his mate. As he squeezed through the opening, and over to the sleepy Kuta, he noticed three small, furry figures, "Kuta... are they--?"
"Yes," Kuta answered his unfinished question, "Yes, they are our cubs..."
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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