Ambusher

There's always one! Yes, that's so true! That tiger cub's at fault... There's always one that must outdo And won't come to a halt! The ambusher must bide his time, Just out of sight in wait... As if to say he's in his prime, His ambush to create! The feisty fiend's on tenterhooks, He's trembling there with glee, Convinced like other callous crooks, 'There's no-one who sees me! ' For shame, you naughty so and so! You scamp, you swallywag! You rotten rogue, you friendless foe, No longer playing tag... You're up to no good, that's the truth, Obsessed in doing harm, Your staring eyes serve as the proof, They've lost all sense of calm... You ambusher! When will you learn It's best to be a friend? But friendship's something that you spurn... Today and till life's end... Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Ambusher'.