In tall grass she stands,
two young cubs at her side,
eyes fixed to the left,
upon each daily stride.
Through sun’s glare and heat,
her guard will never break,
each step, each small choice,
made for her children’s sake.
But come evening’s glow,
their claws transform to play,
they stir pots and laugh,
as the world drifts away.
In the mirror’s frame,
their smiles are enhancing,
and behind them, bold:
“This kitchen’s for dancing!”
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 301 August 11, 2025
This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕