Eye Of The Leopard

Determination serves him well, Tenacity and truth... The leopard knows life's weary spell! He's felt it from his youth. He must not sleep! His eye must see! There's danger all around! This is the price of living free, Undaunted and unbound. The leopard loiters, sniffs the air, His eye looks left and right... Of every movement he's aware Through instincts and insight... Each day's the same, if he survives, To tread the earth alone, To hunt in search of other lives, Because that's all he's known... His hunger drives him on and on... Relentless, still, of course... He hunts until the hunger's gone, Then feeds without remorse. His eye has seen so many things That swim and crawl and fly... Above him now, a pair of wings That glide across the sky! The leopard sighs with envy at The bird beyond his reach! If he had wings, he'd make him scat! What tricks that bird he'd teach! The leopard looks, then walks his way, Towards survival's end... So he can hunt another day, Unloved, without a friend... The poem is based on the National Geographic Wild HD details received from Sky Digital for the September 2009 programme called 'Eye Of The Leopard'. Fully featured on pages 20 and 21 of the September 2009 Sky Magazine! I can well imagine wildlife artist Stephen Gayford painting this! denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com