Himalayan Winter Poem by Denis Martindale

Snow leopards braved the Winter chill
As lonesome as could be,
Somewhere upon a snow-capped hill
They stayed there, one, two three...
The adult and two cubs at rest,
No predator around,
Except that cold made them distressed
As they laid on the ground...

The cubs looked weary and forlorn,
Yet neither cuddled close,
Despite the fact that it was dawn
And night sought its repose...
They merely blinked away the time,
Till food for them appeared,
No appetite to roam or climb,
As everything felt weird...

No doubt, if children, they would moan
And moan and moan all day,
But they felt numbed and cold as stone
Till Springtime came their way...
One wonders why God made the cold,
Was this Creation's curse?
Yet mercy comes as good as gold
When temperatures reverse...


Denis Martindale, copyright August 2015.


Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.