Devotion

Devotion stirred within her heart, The lioness looked proud! Her cub was playful from the start Whenever folks allowed... He'd ambush unsuspecting friends, Close family or not And bite on every tail that ends And chew it on the spot! This biased mother loved her child Who made the others vexed! This phase would pass, yet now she smiled To think what he'd do next! He was a charmer through and through, Though some would call him strange... For chewing tails was nothing new, No matter how times change. His tiny teeth would sharpen soon And folks would bite him back! His turn would come when he would swoon Because of their attack! For now, he thought the world was his! The little so and so! Yes, ignorance is sometimes bliss, But don't chew tails! No, no... Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Devotion II'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com