Hanging Around

The leopard leapt and climbed the tree He spotted on his way, Up there, the whole wide world to see, Time passing, come what may. The world was hot, too hot to care, Too hot to walk or run... The leopard stayed, content to stare, Now shaded from the sun... No point in all that stifling heat Which makes it hard to breathe... It hardly made his life complete, As one would first believe. The leopard paused and settled down And heaved a weary sigh... Forgot his speed of great renown, Fixed on one spot to lie... Oh, yes, he could get used to this! Tremendous, quite refined! He'd twigged this would be perfect bliss, Outstretched and now reclined! The leopard looked for miles and miles, Surveying all he could, Upon this world of tests and trials And on his neighbourhood. To some degree, he ruled it all, No matter, day or night... So many heard and feared his call, In seconds to take flight. Oh, yes, the leopard knew his place... The way things had to be. For now, this peace he would embrace... Just hanging around, you see... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Hanging Around'.