Watching You, Watching Me... Poem by Denis Martindale

Watching You, Watching Me...

My camera clicked, the cheetah stared,
Its glaring eyes set straight
And nothing else on Earth compared
To when I felt its hate...
Yet I pressed on, despite its rage,
Though I gulped now and then,
For I'm not young and felt my age,
Not fit to run again...

But I felt safe, my jeep was close,
The cheetah had no clue,
Yet I was glad it chose to pose,
No other thing to do...
I took my pictures one by one,
As if its soul to take
And even started having fun
Till our truce took a break...

The cheetah moved a single paw,
That was enough for me!
I wasn't staying anymore,
I've so much more to see...
Once in the jeep, I sped away,
As fast as it would go,
Content to live another day,
A scaredy-cat... I know...

Denis Martindale, copyright January 2016.

A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford. Google search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.

Friday, January 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals
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