Two cheetahs waited, laying low, <br />With mischief on their minds, <br />Surveying wildlife on the go <br />And hoping for the signs... <br />When hunger grumbles deep within, <br />It's then the hunt begins, <br />Each hunter knows and won't give in, <br />That's why each hunter wins... <br /> <br />Success awaits the best of breed, <br />The luckiest as well, <br />The fastest cheetahs get to feed <br />With each a tale to tell... <br />Each cheetah has to live this day <br />To meet tomorrow's dawn <br />And this depends upon his prey, <br />If fallen and forlorn... <br /> <br />Two cheetahs bide their time and stare, <br />Both gazing left and right, <br />For now, they look a precious pair, <br />But there awaits the fight... <br />When Nature plays its final game, <br />Survival, win or lose... <br />So who are we to judge or blame, <br />When cheetahs cannot choose? <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013. <br /> <br /> <br />The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br />by Stephen Gayford called 'Secret Observers'. <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/secret-observers/
