psycho silence

The lioness is without place
And she refuses to be caged
So she wanders and pants in rage
As hunger sites her cubs and ego in plague

As for the lion, he is resisting to be found
His moves leave no traces in the compound
His fast paces and runs are simply without sound
Though his big feet stamp her womb with a pound

Surely she is left with red eyes
Anger outgrows patience in size
And her cubs look more and more like mice
As frustrations spray hot water at her sight

She devours their heads with her claws
Her evil side is in the light without flaws
Their lifeless bodies lie symmetrically in a land free of laws
The taste of blood she sips from their skulls

But in an instant she hears nearer a vigorous panting
The trees and grass in front begin to make way; fainting
And the lion appears in a hurry before the lioness who is tainting
With a dead deer like he went hunting

So there, in the most unlikely scene, they stood in psycho silence