Cold Stare

Snow leopards shiver just like us When snow falls from the skies, But they aren't prone to make a fuss, Like we do, full of sighs... They sadly sit and simply stare, Sourpusses to the end! As if too late to show they care Or somehow to defend... They don't build snowmen, like we do, With Christmas in our thoughts, Each Winter, they must battle through, As they feel out of sorts... They don't wear booties crushing snow, They don't wear scarves and smile... They don't wear gloves when on the go, They simply use their guile... Preventing times when they feel weak, Perchance more life to give, The family is all they seek, To help each other live... Cold stares are all they share today, With feet that feel so numb And knowing more snow's on its way Means there's much worse to come... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Cold Stare'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com