The lioness first saw her mate
And sensed her future set,
It was as if a call from Fate,
The call she hoped to get...
She played it cool, like big cats do,
Pretended not to care,
Yet making sure she stayed in view,
So that he'd stay aware...
The lion didn't have one thought
Including her that day,
But his attention soon was caught
And she helped this to stay...
Her lion cubs were proof of this
As Nature took its course,
Now he is hers and she is his,
As friendship each explores...
Such is the way that lions find
The meaning of their years,
Until, they, too, leave life behind,
As old age slowly nears...
The lioness could see God's plan
And yet not praise His name,
Just like some children born of Man
Who sometimes act the same...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2014.
The poem is based on the magnificent wildlife
painting by Stephen Gayford nb Google search:
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