TEPID MOVES

Awake from a slumber serene

Lighted eyes that just preen

Behold the majesty of the King cat

With a stride set to enrich the habitat!

 

Moon fared, sun soaked, starry whiskers,

Uplifted ears groping for a visible prey

Shiny muscles that rustle through the bush,

Gliding on fours, no hurry…no push.

 

Oh! The dilemma of maternal love to pawn,

Eyes the alert deer with its supple fawn

Glances betray passion of a hunter,

                            And care of a being,

Nature wins and instinct strodes forth

                                 To make a killing.

 

Monkey on tree sees it all, a mind to aid

Not sure, the one who rules, or the one frail

Shouts a timid cry, that neither warns nor offends

Hints, forest diplomacy nay, gay abandon.

 

 

 Bengal Bob lurks through green-browns,

                           Leaps across the stream.

Not a chase, just a warm-up to the game

Whispers around, deer trods closer to flock,

Dares any fangy designs.

Knows, the king in a lazy siesta and

                   Not the nocturnal beast !!

 

Author's Note

Hey! This is my first post. This poem is the result of the inspiration drawn from a video i recently watched. Hope you like it! Feel free to comment