The Lioness is Loose
The lioness is loose tonight somewhere in the savannahs of middle Tennessee--
She roams the hedgerows, stalks the ranch-homes of deepest suburbia. Her fluorescent eyes flicker through tangles of forsythia swaying innocently.
She has never been free before- her home a concrete kennel off Highway 100--
and that makes her a danger to children and to pets and stranded motorists,
or so the TV anchors chatter, providing updates on the threat every half-hour
while Animal Control patrols fairways, culverts, cul-de-sacs, even the dumpster of the Dipsy-Doodle.
But for now the lionness is loose-- the kids stand tip-toed, peering out second story windows,
the dog is grateful to be indoors, and the cat pads silently across the kitchen floor.
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