Wilmer Valle
Aggravation
She’s the sleeping lion
snuggling with her cubs.
She’s alert, an active Sub-Saharan night.
She copes with the miscellaneous animals,
All aching for their next meal.
They must match the might
of the mother cat.
Delicate paws with
paralyzing claws.
She is the kitten you wished
you didn't pet.
The hush of the night,
her gentle roars welcomed
By whispering winds.
You tap and poke
and awake a hidden power
you will soon regret.