Clouds of dust drift upward on the Savanna;
a male hyena waits impatiently in the brush.
A lioness licks her cub,
The air is sharp, like her gaze.
Tumbling playfully in the wild grasses,
the cub wanders after a dung beetle;
While the hyena rushes in for the kill,
The lioness, sensing danger, roars in disbelief,
Pounces, and lands on the side of the hyena
digging her claws into his rump.
The hyena flees, concluding that
mothers are no laughing matter.
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