The Brothers

The cheetahs sensed that danger lurked And so they stood, eyes right! United here, few foes were shirked, Why run when you can fight? Though cheetahs can speed up and dash Like lightning on the ground, They knew that sometimes they would crash, Spin forward, round and round! If injured, then, how could they win? So they remained alert... If challenged, they would not give in, Although they may get hurt... To stand and fight is sometimes strong - Each foe must be assessed! To stand and fight is sometimes wrong - Yet each must do his best! The brothers brooded 'neath the sun - No panic where to hide... Not knowing yet what must be done - Eyes staring side-to-side... Both lean and mean, with strength to spare! Defiant heartbeats raced... Courageous cats beyond compare! So seldom found when chased... Yet who could say if they got caught? Would this day be their end? They lived their lives as they were taught, Each had no better friend... The brothers heard no further noise, They felt that they were safe... And though a false alarm annoys, They found each other brave... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'The Brothers'.