Son And Heir

A cute-faced cheetah cub rests there, Oblivious and frail, He's now a precious son and heir, A firstborn fragile male... Just skin and bones and not much more, Yet as each year goes by, He'll run so fast upon each paw You'll think that he can fly! He'll pick his moments just like those That race across this land And sometimes rest as if to pose, As if to make a stand... As if to say, he's learnt enough, He needs no teacher now, For he's been taught by hate and love And all the fates allow... So watch out, world! He bides his time, One day, he'll rule supreme, One day, the tallest trees he'll climb, Though now that's just a dream... This son and heir will do his best And not just to survive, He'll do it just because he's blessed, To prosper and to thrive... Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Son And Heir'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com