Solitude? Poem by Denis Martindale

The lonesome leopard rose from sleep
And yawned away his dreams,
Because life's vigil he must keep,
From peace to wild extremes...
But now, he lounged upon a rock,
Tail swishing up and down,
With solitude the way to block
His every worldly frown...

So taking in the sun he stayed,
At first, content to rest,
Pretending that he had it made,
That he was somehow blessed...
But kinda lonesome just the same,
His childhood long since gone,
No more with cubs to play a game,
Alone to carry on...

He sighed at how life seemed forlorn,
Forced solitude or what?
A part of him faced it with scorn,
The rest of him did not...
The choice was his, the future here
Or try to find a mate?
He chose the latter without fear...
Who knows? It could be great!