Stolen Moment

Beyond the tall grass cheetahs roam, Beside the waterhole, As if it were their second home, Seclusion for the soul... And here a mother cheetah laid, Her cherished cub close by, Who looks around yet unafraid, The apple of her eye... A stolen moment stems their peace, A rustling sound quite close, Enough to chill their laid-back ease, For even they have foes... But dangers past, they settle still, Content that all is well, Such that they stay there so tranquill, Within their magic spell... Beyond the tall grass cheetahs roam, Drink water now and then, As if it tastes like honeycomb, A blessing shared again... Yet water is much more than this, It cools the blood inside And bathing there is utter bliss That few can ever hide... Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Stolen Moment'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com