Ready To Pounce

When every single second counts, The cougar bides his time... Above the rock, ready to pounce, His skills are quite sublime... He has no choice, it's Nature's way... He starves or eats again... This solemn truth he must obey And has since God knows when... His father did as he does now, His son will do the same... The hunt goes on and must, somehow, In search of life to claim... He can't escape what must be done, For him, there's no way out... The hunter waits, hid by the sun, With hungry eyes that scout. Is that his next meal over there? Or must he starve some more? The pain inside is hard to bear, Yet soon he'll know the score... Above the rock, ready to pounce, His skills are quite sublime... When every single second counts, The cougar bides his time... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Ready To Pounce'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com