Young Lion
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Denis Martindale
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No more the fragile cub he was,
He's more the lion now,
For Nature has got plans because
He must survive somehow...
That's why his mane surrounds his face,
That's why his teeth grow strong,
That's why his claws can thus embrace
His status all day long...
No more that cub that used to play,
He's tall enough to stand,
Then fight his foes, keep them at bay,
Make sure that they stay banned...
The other lions watch him grow,
His body take on change,
He shares the fury that they know,
They see his eyes look strange...
One day, he may, rule like a king,
With battle stars as proof,
The victor over everything,
To walk as if aloof...
To challenge him would not be wise,
Should he take charge that time,
As fellow lions realise
This one has reached his prime...
Denis Martindale October 2017.
A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford
wildlife sketch, Young Lion. Google search phrases
gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry
and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...
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