Elegance

The cheetah checked the path ahead For prey and foe alike... Yet all was calm, no need to dread, No need to flee or strike... No conflicts loomed, no burdens sensed, No sudden terrors here... At last his soul felt recompensed For times he shook with fear. On making sure that all took place Without the need for fights, He simply walked, with gentle grace, Just taking in the sights. This therefore meant the time was his, To do with as he pleased. Serenity transformed to bliss... His muscle tension eased. In moments, he was confident... As if his heart felt blessed. As if this day would be well spent... Because it felt his best. Taking in the sweet air's fragrance, Its innocence felt good... And he exuded elegance, As if he'd understood... That life is precious, so sublime... Enjoy it when you can. One third asleep, the rest gives time To think ahead and plan... And so he walked, to think of schemes, To make his life worthwhile. There's nothing wrong with dreaming dreams... Of elegance and style... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Elegance'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com