Denis Martindale Poems

The lion cub remained at rest
With Mother there close by,
Beside the stream where God had blessed
Each with a wistful sigh...
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The wolf was prone to roam the land,
Regardless, rain or shine,
Because he knew that life was planned,
Except for when he'd dine...
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The cute white tiger cub had grown
And gone his separate way,
Perhaps to spend his life alone
Until his dying day...
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The lion's craggy face was caught,
One camera shot in time,
When there reposed and deep in thought,
Reflecting past his prime...
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The tiger's golden stripes stood out
Upon his famous frame,
Mid dazzling colours all about,
Yet none were quite the same...
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Alone upon a snow-decked hill,
The tiger looked around,
Although the air was not quite still,
He hardly heard a sound...
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The lioness was mighty hot,
Determined now to rest,
As if quite rooted to the spot
Where she could most be blessed...
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The tiger tried a morning run
To build an appetite,
Then laid down gently while the sun
Shone down with all its might...
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The white wolf takes like others do,
He doesn't seek advice
And so, why should he care for you,
If you don't think he's nice?
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The alpha male was at his peak,
Triumphant, in his prime,
His muscles showing his physique
Confirming him sublime...
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