Shadows In The Grass

Three cheetah cubs were left behind With parents somewhere else, So every noise that they would find Would send off warning bells! Their teeny-weeny whiskers felt Each changing breeze pass by, If something moved, their hearts would melt, With tensions running high... The scaredy-cats might look serene To those not in the know, So none of these would intervene, They'd merely watch then go... The cheetah cubs were full of love, So gentle and so mild, But these alone won't be enough When others are so wild... For now, like shadows in the grass, Perhaps they would be safe, As patience let all dangers pass, Just silent as the grave... Must parents gamble everything? Leave cubs to chance or fate? This really left me wondering, Just how their parents rate... Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery. Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.