Watching You, Watching Me Poem by Denis Martindale

'What's this! ? ' the cheetah asked himself,
As on the rock he stayed,
But then he crouched upon its shelf,
Intentions thus displayed...
For I saw him and he saw me,
Both looking nowhere else,
Just staring back, quite purposely,
Within hypnotic spells...

Perhaps he gulped, like I did then,
Courageous, unafraid,
Determined not to run again,
With cowardice betrayed...
With valour shining through and through,
Nobility and such,
With minor trembling hard to view
And trying not to budge...

But then I blinked! And Hell broke loose!
He chased me down the hill,
My little legs no time to choose,
My heart no time to chill...
Safaris aren't my scene, in fact,
I'm not that keen to roam,
I'd rather keep my life intact
And watch TV at home...