Mother Jaguar

Oh, how noble was the profile Of Mother Jaguar And so much so, she made me smile, Because she looked a star... And with her cub, she looked so proud, As if she had enough, As if her full share was allowed And it was filled with love... That little cub would cuddle close, No other would it seek, Like every special cub that knows Their Mother's quite unique... Their bond was everything, of course, Survival at its best, The very thing one would endorse, It passes every test... Though generations come and go, That cub will grow up fast, With passing years that always show The values meant to last... Without the guidance that's received, What hope would help it through? And that's the truth that I've believed Can help me and help you... Denis Martindale, copyright June 2016. A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting by Stephen Gayford. Google-search phrases gayford prints and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.