Cheetah Sunset

Another Summer's day must end, The cheetah left fatigued, So there he was, without a friend, Still hoping to succeed... To him, that meant his suppertime, Some random passing meal, For how else could he pass his time, With hunger pains so real? The sunset loomed and that prevents His hunting skills, of course, When running leads to accidents And even more remorse... He studied well the local land, The ground both near and far, A final chase foreseen and planned, Before each coming star... Another Summer's twilight came, The cheetah's hopes to melt, Survival was his only aim, Imagine how he felt... From some, he'd get their sympathy, From some, he'd get dismissed, Yet hunting, that's his destiny, The next day to exist... Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Cheetah Sunset'.