Serengeti Cheetah... Poem by Denis Martindale

The Serengeti cheetah grinned,
A sour puss no more,
As he laid 'mid the evening wind,
The sun long since a chore...
His tail no longer swished around
To signal his dismay,
It gently rested on cool ground,
Determined there to stay...

For soon the moon would circle high,
Its vigil to repeat,
Replacing sunlight in the sky,
As if it must compete...
A restfulness had thus appeared,
Before the twilight's touch
And as it ever closer steered,
He liked it very much...

Gone was the bright light hurting eyes,
Gone was the heat so strong,
Gone was the dust-filled air that dries,
Gone was the day... so long!
Now was the time, the in-between,
The magic hour blessed,
Suffice to say he wasn't keen
To live through all the rest...


Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2014.


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