By The Water Hole...

Two lion cubs were peaceful there, When by the water hole, As if life held for them no care, No torment of the soul... As tranquil as the water's flow, As gentle as could be, Yet all the while they didn't know They were delaying me... I longed to swim stretched out all wet, Cooled down from Summer's heat, But here's the closest I could get Before we're bound to meet... And so I waited, hid from sight, With silent sighs and stares, To wait my turn and stay polite And seeking God through prayers... And soon the cubs slinked off at last, With parents close behind, So that my waiting time had past And God was oh so kind... I swam and swam and swam and swam, Enjoying all God gave, Content to be the way I am, A patient soul... not brave... Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.