Enigmatic

The leopard lingered all alone, At rest for all to see. With curled-up tail, in mid-air zone, That stayed there playfully. Sometimes a leopard finds a spot Where all seems quite serene... A wistful part he likes a lot, To melt into that scene... Thus time itself slowed down as well, Life settled to a pause... In fact, there was no way to tell, Except the sun, of course. You see, the sun is prone to move Across the pale blue sky... As if it had something to prove, Yet leopards know not why... This leopard knew that sleep was near, He felt it in his bones. He sensed the sun would disappear, Replaced by darkened tones. Then shadows bring old dangers back And predators that pounce... When hunters prowl in midnight black, Survival's all that counts. For now, the sunshine was his friend... If he stayed here, static... That's why his mood was confident, Cool and enigmatic... Sunbathers know the peaceful glow The sun was meant to share. Why not let go? Just take things slow... Forsaking every care... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Enigmatic'.