Mischievous

Three lion cubs were on the prowl, Like evil musketeers, With dark intentions oh so foul, Despite their youthful years... So all for one and one for all, They challenged high and low And did such things as would appal If we were in the know... Like garden cats that hunt their prey Unknown to those at home, They stalked new victims day-by-day Wherever they would roam... Though these, in fact, did not exist, The lion cubs played on, Imaginations still persist Till every day has gone... And only then, when playtime ends, Will lion cubs take rest, The three of them, determined friends, Each thinking they were blessed... Yet who are we to criticise? Our children play with guns! It's the good guys hunting bad guys! Just like we all did once... Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Mischievous'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: