The King!

To some, he's just a lion there Among the pride he owns And yet he looks beyond compare, Like kings upon their thrones... He rules by strength, maintains by might, Controls what seems the best And called upon to stand and fight, Still proves he beats the rest... That kind of courage says it all, Except for scars, of course, So pardon him if he stands tall, His legend to enforce... And pardon him if he decides The one who's first to eat, For he's the one who never hides From those times he competes... The king's the king, for now, today, Tomorrow's king, who knows? But now's it's everything his way Till losing to his foes... So pardon me, if I respect The king who's in his prime, The alpha male that I suspect Sighs how kings fall in time... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'The King'. Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.