the lions and me (part 1)

The day had come when the lion's were at peace. The he's and she's lived at ease but envy came like a disease. It started first with the she's with cubs that had cubs. The first of the she's who's fur the wrong way the he rubs. He had put down his claws he had put down clubs he loves the feel of his fur when she rubs. She didn't feel grand when he opened his hand because he still ruled the land. His size and his strength she didn't take light but this wouldn't be this kind of fight. The she's would stand it for now and endure their true plight but would withhold and then whisper all through the night