Savannah Slumber

Sometimes a lioness must sleep Despite her cubs in-tow, Into the Land of Nod to creep, With eyelids hanging low... And long deep breaths soon come around To signal her retreat, Until she hears a purring sound From one cub small and sweet... She almost made it! Both eyes closed! 'What now! ? ' she thinks once more, Yet her young scamp has just imposed, So how can she ignore? Can't someone else please help her out? They look the other way... Alas, there's not one friend about! How typical today! She still pretends she's fast asleep! But he's a pesky pest! Despite the fact she's like a heap, I don't think he's impressed! So up she gets, left paw, right paw, Then back legs follow suit... Now's not the time to sleep and snore! 'Hey, Mum, don't I look cute! ? ' Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Savannah Slumber'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com