Morning Graze Poem by Denis Martindale

When zebras start their morning graze,
They huddle cautiously,
There's no point being in a daze
Without the wits to see...
Who knows what lurks just out of sight?
What dangers lie ahead?
One sudden noise and all take fright,
Before they've even fed...

It takes some time to chew and chew
And chew and chew again,
With little else for them to do,
But look round now and then...
A fine to do, it really is!
Just munch down lunch each day,
You can't describe their life as bliss,
It's dreary, bleak and grey...

They're black and white, we know, of course,
Like penguins and magpies
And not like colours for a horse
And so, they've no disguise...
We don't see zebras smile a lot,
Too busy chewing stuff!
Exciting? No, it's really not!
A zebra's life is tough...


Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2014.


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

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