Jaguar Cub

Jaguars bear a golden crown That features black dots there That almost makes a widened frown Displaying every care... And yet that cub conveyed no fear, But held that forward gaze, He looked composed, somewhat austere, As if deserving praise... He must have sensed his rightful place, His purpose in God's plans, Because that truth transformed his face, As if meant to enhance... If we but knew what God expects, Perhaps we'd serve Him well, Unlike the fool that thus neglects What sun, moon, stars would tell... That cub displayed such dignity, Like royal portraits do, As if that's meant for all to see, Not just for me and you... He didn't need a peacock's wings To stand out from the rest, He had the grace God only brings To those He would see blessed... Denis Martindale, copyright September 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.