Focussed

All senses now are focussed well, Survival calls again, The lioness obeys its spell That haunts both beasts and men... The hunger gnaws within us all, It comes and will not budge And why, united by its thrall, We serve, yet with a grudge... The lioness now stalks her prey... With eyes and ears alert, With nostrils flared for scents that stray Within the land of hurt... For here it is that death draws near, As Mother Nature knows... And all at once, peace turns to fear, Till life comes to a close... The lioness may look refined, Defiant, noble, brave, Yet hunger leads to thoughts unkind, With few around to save. Her prey is fast, the chase is on! Escape is rare, so rare... Yet suddenly the prey has gone... And leaves her fuming there... Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Focussed'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot.com