Safety In Numbers, Too Poem by Denis Martindale

The zebra foals are precious things,
Great legacies of love,
As from their mothers each one springs
And then stands up above...
To take first steps before they run,
To learn truths thought as good,
For dangers prowl beneath the sun
Within their neighbourhood...

If not for thousands old times past,
What numbers would survive?
For predators are mean and fast,
Hunt food to stay alive...
For bellies grumble, full of pain,
Determined to live on,
So predators must hunt again
Till yet more lives are gone...

The zebra foals can smile all day
When all is going well,
Both safe and sound, yet must not stray
Or lag behind a spell...
But just the same, the numbers count,
Once dwindling, all is lost,
As long as predators surround
To make some pay the cost...


Denis Martindale October 2016.


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