Drowsy

Sometimes the lion king roars loud For everyone to hear! But there are times he's not too proud And hardly one to fear... We all feel drowsy now and then And can't avoid a yawn... Sometimes we can't count up to ten And look somewhat forlorn... This lion king feels drowsy now, His kingdom slips away... His weary head begins to bow As stronger forces play. To stay awake is such a chore! His weakness is confessed. He breathes much deeper than before, Admitting he must rest. So sleepy-time approaches him And so his eyelids droop... His eyesight fast approaches dim As he departs the group... Let others guard the lion pride, Let others look around, This lion king that yawned and sighed Is gently sleeping sound... Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Drowsy'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com