There’s a reason that I call my mates my pride.
It’s an honor that we all maintain inside,
Should anyone of us get into fight,
You can bet your ass we all have you in sight.

I will fight for the survival of my mates,
For I can’t tell how cruel tomorrow’s fates
Might be to myself, leaving me misery,
Without a mate to help with my victory.

We tumble as young cubs in the  desert heat,
Training for future dangers that we may meet.
We train together – disregarding genders,
For mothers hunt while dads are our defenders.

 

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