Young Stalker, Too

The cold Snow Leopard sat and stared, No feast as yet to eat, Just thinking of past meals he'd shared, Right now, each seemed a treat... The hunger pains were all he felt, The snow made his eyes blur, Yet he held fast to what life dealt And all yet to occur... The game of death was sometimes slow, For here, such meals were few, But he had nowhere else to go And nothing else to do... But suddenly, he heard a noise, A yonder rustling scratch, For his next meal he had no choice, This was the one to catch... And so he stalked on tender toes, Across the void between, Till all at once, the victim knows And scampers from the scene... But hunters scamper just as well And nine times out of ten, Their hunger pains they soon dispel, Till hunger stalks again... Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.