Serengeti Evening Poem by Denis Martindale

Towards the end of one more day
The lion lays in wait,
As brilliant sunshine melts away,
God's night to recreate...
With eyes now quite accustomed to
The twilight that he sees,
Aware there's nothing he can do,
He lays there full of peace...

The distant creatures greet the night,
For some, no peace at all,
Eyes open, keeping things in sight,
As darkness comes to call...
For not all live to greet the dawn,
Another day to live,
That's why some greet the night with scorn
And all that comes therewith...

I chose to stay, take pictures still,
Of lions' silver eyes
And yet not for some morbid thrill
As some poor creature dies...
But just to take the story in,
Reflecting now and then,
When safe at home, with kith and kin,
Relaxing once again...


Denis Martindale April 2017.


A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford
wildlife painting. Google search phrases
gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry
and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...
NB There is a tiger poem called Serengeti Evening, Too.