Lion Cub

To study him, as he was now, You'd think that he looked swell. This lion cub with wrinkled brow Was known to cast a spell... Your first impressions are misled, For he's no gentle soul... Just tired out, with weary head, Till he regains control... Once back on form, he's set to pounce! He's on all fours again! As if on springs, he'll leap and bounce Before he counts to ten! This little jewel is known to prowl And ambush suddenly... He even makes his Mother growl, While Dad stares solemnly... But does he care, displaying shame? Does he observe their rules? They've never known him to be tame! He treats them all as fools! But one day soon, he'll stand and fight, No matter what this brings! Yes, one day soon, with all his might, He'll join the lion kings! Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Lion Cub'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com