<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367082" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Edge Of The Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lion lurks as daylight dims<br>Still draped with golden mane, <br>Subservient now to hunter's whims<br>From which he won't refrain.<br>For hunger grows from deep within, <br>His life is on the line<br>And so his hunting must begin, <br>With cold skills to refine...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes adjust to black night views, <br>His ears hear near and far...<br>No tiny meal could he refuse, <br>No creature could he bar...<br>The darkness hangs there like a shroud, <br>Engulfing all below...<br>The only light God has allowed<br>Is moonlight still aglow...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its moonshine lends night victims hope, <br>The chance to run and hide, <br>The chance to flee, survive and cope<br>With fear, eyes open wide...<br>The lion's strong, the lion's fast, <br>Determined to succeed, <br>That's why before this night has passed, <br>He'll feast through stealth and speed...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br>by Stephen Gayford called 'Edge Of The Night'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br>denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367082" data-title="Edge Of The Night de Denis Martindale" data-description="The lion lurks as daylight dims Still draped with golden mane, Subservient now to hunter's whims From which he won't refrain. For hunger grows from deep within, His life is on the line And so his hunting must begin, With cold skills to refine....."></div> </div> </div>

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