Two lions thought of making up,
Yet who would break the ice,
Thus act mature, not like a cub,
Be wise and thus be nice?
A trace of shame begins to stir,
Eyes seeking peace somehow,
A miracle must first occur,
Forgiveness to allow...
A brooding silence stopped them cold,
But love was on its way,
Despite the stillness to behold,
Despite the long delay...
A melting of the memories,
A longing to return,
A heartfelt wish for hate to cease,
From all mistakes to learn...
And thus a friendship now born free,
A bond for evermore,
A lifelong hope of harmony,
Not fighting tooth and claw...
Just nestling in each other's space,
With tails no longer bit,
Tranquillity upon each face,
Close to, like friends permit...
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2014.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting by
Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery.
Find more wildlife poems using Google search
for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem