Hot Lioness

The lioness was mighty hot, Determined now to rest, As if quite rooted to the spot Where she could most be blessed... Let others roam their vast domain And pace both left and right, For her, there wasn't much to gain With that hot sun so bright... So there she was, all golden brown, With no-one to impress, Just gently lounging, lying down, Absorbing happiness... It's wondrous what the sun can do, If you've got time to spare, Beneath a sky that's oh so blue, To cast off every care... As long as you can bear the heat, Turn over now and then, You'll find your life can be so sweet, Almost beyond your ken... The lioness gave no regard When life was such a breeze, She joined the poet and the bard Who contemplate at peace... Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Hot Lioness'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com