<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367504" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Savannah Slumber</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes a lioness must sleep<br>Despite her cubs in-tow, <br>Into the Land of Nod to creep, <br>With eyelids hanging low...<br>And long deep breaths soon come around<br>To signal her retreat, <br>Until she hears a purring sound<br>From one cub small and sweet...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She almost made it! Both eyes closed! <br>'What now! ? ' she thinks once more, <br>Yet her young scamp has just imposed, <br>So how can she ignore? <br>Can't someone else please help her out? <br>They look the other way...<br>Alas, there's not one friend about! <br>How typical today! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She still pretends she's fast asleep! <br>But he's a pesky pest! <br>Despite the fact she's like a heap, <br>I don't think he's impressed! <br>So up she gets, left paw, right paw, <br>Then back legs follow suit...<br>Now's not the time to sleep and snore! <br>'Hey, Mum, don't I look cute! ? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br>by Stephen Gayford called 'Savannah Slumber'. </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=367504" data-title="Savannah Slumber de Denis Martindale" data-description="Sometimes a lioness must sleep Despite her cubs in-tow, Into the Land of Nod to creep, With eyelids hanging low... And long deep breaths soon come around To signal her retreat, Until she hears a purring sound From one cub small and sweet... Sh..."></div> </div> </div>

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