Scanning The Skies

The mighty meerkat, to his friends, Was humbly standing guard! With vigilance that never ends, For each must play his part! Don't think that staring up above Is easy all day long... Yet his sore neck will prove his love, If he has patience strong... The mighty meerkat, to his mates, Alerts when danger's near, Then, oh, what panic he creates! They scarper off in fear! But until then, the meerkats roam, Contented as can be... Until it's time to hide at home And snigger helplessly! The mighty meerkat, to his pals, Protects from predators, The hero of the meerkat gals, Whatever fate occurs... They look at him, so noble there, Defiant, proud and wise! Yet all he does is stand and stare, Merely scanning the skies! Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Scanning The Skies'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com