Dust is rising all around, with the short struggle on the ground. On and on she holds her pray, till it deadly still does lay. Then she moves to shade to rest, panting madly from the quest. Some strange signal calls the cubs, each one on her gently rubs. When she's rested they'll have the meal, if no other comes it to steal.
Little tummy's gorged with meat, make the most of what's to eat.
Many days before there's more, hunger keeps knocking at the door. Never for fun will they kill, only with deep hunger have the will.