The lioness stalks her prey,

Her tail brushing swiftly through the grass.

She pounces suddenly,

More quiet than one will know.

She writes with soot and ash on her wall,

Her dreams, her affection.

She circles the confirmed,

Doodles a tiny heart above it all.

Her small hand lingers over a certain box.

She wishes it to be like some of the others.

She wants so badly to circle it

And to dot it with a tiny heart.

But instead she writes, "oh yesssss!" under it.

She leaves it be, checking over the other boxes.

The pairings, the quadrants.

All she wants is to circle, in blue, the kitten and the crab.