Simba!

The lion was named as Simba, The winner of each brawl, Yet the reason was much simpler, His legend's known to all... Portraying all a lion was And all God meant to be, Magnificent and all because He ruled with majesty... He didn't merely walk, he strode, He moved with style and grace, As if to serve some higher code, Content all foes to face... And few would dare to contradict His power and his guile, He was the lion king God picked And for a long, long while... The other lions understood, They knew their place, of course, They knew he ruled the neighbourhood And thus obeyed his laws... No friends had he, not even one And yet he didn't care, For at each meal that had begun, He had the lion's share... Denis Martindale, copyright, November 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.