The cheetah strangely felt aware
That something strange was up,
Yet gone the days he felt despair,
Long since he was a cub...
For as an adult predator,
Each sound new secrets kept,
To help him learn what must occur,
If he stayed still or leapt!
So while a steadfast vigil meant
He must not move as yet,
His diligence would not relent
And neither would he fret...
For he had courage years bestowed
For moments just like these,
Adrenaline just overflowed,
As if his thoughts to tease...
This time, he knew he had to run,
His speed would save the day,
So off he fled, the battle won
When he got clean away...
The hunter that he was survived,
Mysterious and mean
And proved that when his meal arrived,
With none to intervene...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2013.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Mysterious'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem