Roar
I take a strange amount of pride in being a Leo
(just over the cusp, of course,Â
but it was fate that I waited
for the crab to sidle off along the sky).
I revel in my long mane,
and sometimes roar when I am alone.
When I am alone, I am the queen,
the huntress who brings home sustenance,
the fierce defender of my pride.
When I am not alone, of course,
there is a reality check.
But don't we all need a break from reality?
And on my break, I choose to roar.