To study him, as he was now, <br />You'd think that he looked swell. <br />This lion cub with wrinkled brow <br />Was known to cast a spell... <br />Your first impressions are misled, <br />For he's no gentle soul... <br />Just tired out, with weary head, <br />Till he regains control... <br /> <br />Once back on form, he's set to pounce! <br />He's on all fours again! <br />As if on springs, he'll leap and bounce <br />Before he counts to ten! <br />This little jewel is known to prowl <br />And ambush suddenly... <br />He even makes his Mother growl, <br />While Dad stares solemnly... <br /> <br />But does he care, displaying shame? <br />Does he observe their rules? <br />They've never known him to be tame! <br />He treats them all as fools! <br />But one day soon, he'll stand and fight, <br />No matter what this brings! <br />Yes, one day soon, with all his might, <br />He'll join the lion kings! <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010. <br /> <br />The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br />by Stephen Gayford called 'Lion Cub'. <br /> <br />More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br />denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lion-cub/
