The big cats strive to feed their own,
They hunt by day and night,
For each heart is a heart of stone
That seeks to win each fight...
The young cats follow in their trails,
Set forth so long ago,
From mindsets that are hard as nails,
No matter what the woe...
Yet big cats can look beautiful,
Distinguished, well-defined,
Not always seen as horrible
For deaths they leave behind...
Man is the hunter just the same,
A kindred spirit, too,
To any life that he can claim,
No matter old or new...
And so his children follow suit,
Especially the boys,
With more the meat and less the fruit
That stays the hunter's choice...
Thus predators still have their place,
Dominion of the lands,
Despite the bloodshed they embrace,
No victim understands...
Denis Martindale, copyright December 2015.
Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.
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