Lioness

The lioness first saw her mate And sensed her future set, It was as if a call from Fate, The call she hoped to get... She played it cool, like big cats do, Pretended not to care, Yet making sure she stayed in view, So that he'd stay aware... The lion didn't have one thought Including her that day, But his attention soon was caught And she helped this to stay... Her lion cubs were proof of this As Nature took its course, Now he is hers and she is his, As friendship each explores... Such is the way that lions find The meaning of their years, Until, they, too, leave life behind, As old age slowly nears... The lioness could see God's plan And yet not praise His name, Just like some children born of Man Who sometimes act the same... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent wildlife painting by Stephen Gayford nb Google search: gayfordgallery Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.