As she chases zebra we chase the evening light. The scars on her face and ears, her blackened nose, her worn yellow teeth tell us that she is an older female, experienced. We watch her hunt. She fails. But she has hungry cubs to feed. Tonight as darkness falls she will surely try again.
" I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other."- Mary Shelley