One (alpha) male.
Twenty five tigresses.
Trailing vines, entwined with red roses.
Oh, the carnage!
*And we, separated from it all by the relative safety of a glossy, glass screen….we are the ringleaders~
It’s a zoo out there…crowded with creatures who cannot seem to save themselves---walking right into the jaws of certain death---yet unafraid and eerily swaying to the hypnotic tune of Disney’s dancing dream---of Cinderella, and Prince Charming—and all the unrealistic ugliness that lies in-between.
An animal filled circus—it is hard to look away. But admission ain’t cheap—and will end up costing us everything we are.
And, until we reach up and grab that remote, and stop fueling the madness—the show must go on~