Sleepy Heads!

The lion cubs were quite fatigued And lay there in a lump, As if they yawned and all agreed It's time to take a slump! So slump they did, like sleepy heads, Deep breaths, prepared to doze, Upon the ground, for they'd no beds, No blankets for their toes! My word, they were a lazy lot, All huddled in a heap, But then again, it was quite hot Enough to make them sleep... So off they drifted one-by-one... To nod off without care, Beneath that constant golden sun, That some folks just can't bare... In time, these lion cubs must awake From all that rest they've had, And when they do, for goodness sake, They'll drive their parents mad! That's why their parents let them be, No roars from Dads at all... For peace at last brings harmony, God's greatest miracle! Denis Martindale October 2017. A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford wildlife paintings. Google search phrases gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...