Puzzled!

The cuddly baby Gorilla Was very poor indeed And that's why he had no villa, No servants for each need... No Rolls-Royce parked inside the drive, No Rembrandts or Renoirs, But he felt joy to be alive Beneath the sun and stars... He had no suit in black or grey, No cufflinks, shirts or ties, No Rolex told the time of day, He merely watched the skies... He didn't chomp on caviar, He didn't swig champagne, But he was loved by Ma and Pa, Come sunshine or come rain... That's why I'm puzzled even now, Why Man thinks he's so great, For all his wars and bombs somehow Just prove he loves to hate... I'd rather be an innocent Gorilla in the mist, Than think myself intelligent And act the egotist... 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.