Lioness, Too... Poem by Denis Martindale

Lioness, Too...



The lioness played many parts,
At first, the cub, no more,
Enough to capture all their hearts,
So perfect, without flaw...
No need to hunt for food as yet,
No need to fear at all,
Just walk around without regret,
Enjoy life's miracle...

But then things changed and life took hold,
No more to fool around,
Her years began to make her bold,
Her ears fixed on each sound...
And scents that trailed upon the breeze
Could not escape her now,
Sometimes her fears could steal her peace,
Until she calmed somehow...

Then came the time when motherhood
Caused her mind to reflect,
On everything she thought was good
And worthy of respect...
When old age came, she left behind
Her cubs now fully grown,
And to her death, she was resigned,
For death, she, too, must own...


Denis Martindale March 2017.


A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford
wildlife painting. Google search phrases
gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry
and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...

Sunday, March 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,family life
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