When every single second counts, <br />The cougar bides his time... <br />Above the rock, ready to pounce, <br />His skills are quite sublime... <br />He has no choice, it's Nature's way... <br />He starves or eats again... <br />This solemn truth he must obey <br />And has since God knows when... <br />His father did as he does now, <br />His son will do the same... <br />The hunt goes on and must, somehow, <br />In search of life to claim... <br />He can't escape what must be done, <br />For him, there's no way out... <br />The hunter waits, hid by the sun, <br />With hungry eyes that scout. <br />Is that his next meal over there? <br />Or must he starve some more? <br />The pain inside is hard to bear, <br />Yet soon he'll know the score... <br />Above the rock, ready to pounce, <br />His skills are quite sublime... <br />When every single second counts, <br />The cougar bides his time... <br /> <br /> <br />The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br />by Stephen Gayford called 'Ready To Pounce'. <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/ready-to-pounce/
