Pacing in her gilded cage her thoughts travel towards her future liberation. Longing to roam the plains and taste the sun dried raisins of the East. Too long she has been comforted by what belongs to others; She is like a Lion in Winter.
Her menacing gaze scours the window as an eagle soars, jealously she furrows her brow and contemplates breaching her decorative jail; She is like a Lion in Winter.
Willful and rebellious against the domestic nature of her sex, she searches for the key to unlock her impending despair. Trapped by the contrived ideas of pleasure, painfully she invokes the wrath of the keeper; She is like a Lion in Winter.
Expectation chains her worse than the collar around her neck, she loosens the girdle along her loins hoping to extract the necessary penitence due to a mild suggestion of minding cubs or tempering her obstinate tongue; She is like a Lion in Winter.
Destined to rule but threatened in her attempts and is loaned about as a prized jewel; She is like a Lion in Winter.
A creature who scorns the knobbly fist of control. Derision swells her lips and she shakes her mane at the medium travesty of mediocre, forever looking toward succession; She is like a Lion in Winter.
Unable to bend too the unnecessary she aims to score among the secure and calm. Yet censure mocks and flits; creating the most harrowing of public utterances. Friendships quail in site of such adversity; She is like a Lion in Winter.
Tenuously straining at the reigns and achingly confident in her stature. Clawing at the stale air, resentful of the tame fare. Unsuited for the benign and illustrious quest for moderate beginnings; She is like a Lion in Winter.
Have a care for her temper for like a banshee it can be invoked. Growling her acceptance she careless rakes the ground in regard to her timeless need for adventure for; She is like a Lion in Winter.
