Lions Of The Serengeti Poem by Denis Martindale

Despite the lions having strength,
They, too, must rest a while,
Just lion down, they stretch full length,
Abandoning all style...
Purrhaps with mouths now open wide,
Before the snoozing time,
No longer standing full of pride,
No longer quite sublime...

Regardless of the things they've done
In order to survive,
For now, defeated by the sun,
They lose all sense of drive...
The energy just oozes out,
The vigour disappears
And suddenly, without a doubt,
Each one sure feels his years...

Yet I'm the same! My eyes just stare,
My eyelids droop then stay,
Blind as a bat, yet I don't care,
I'm almost on my way...
My head falls flat on my keyboard,
It's QWERTY time once more!
This time, sleep mustn't be ignored,
Forgive me, if I snore!


Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting by
Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery.

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