Does the lamb know 
She was raised 
In a lion’s den?

Do the lions know
They infected her bones, 
When they gnawed 
On her like a passing snack?

Was her mother 
A sheep or 
A subservient
Lioness? 

Do the lions know, 
She was never a sheep, 
But a tiger, 
That took a while, 
To find her stripes and fangs?

Their lamb escaped
in the sinking dusk. 
Uncertain if she would
Make it to see the dawn.

Do the lions know, 
There’s a tiger,
Coming for them?