Denis Martindale - Tiger, Tiger...

The tiger's own reflection rose
From gentle water crossed,
The tiger saw it way up close,
Yet something had been lost...
He was as if a lonesome soul,
His roar now soft not loud,
As if somehow he lacked control,
As if no longer proud...

For years had come and years had gone
And tigresses are rare,
Till he found her, just soldier on,
Still thinking life unfair...
Yet come that day, his life would change,
Perhaps a father soon,
Though now, of course, such thoughts felt strange,
This sunny afternoon...

Was that a twinkle in his eyes
Each time he thought of her?
Or just reflection of his sighs
And what may yet occur?
The greatest test is patience, friend,
The lonesome waiting game,
Till finally it has to end,
Then life's no more the same...


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent wildlife
painting by Stephen Gayford nb Google search:

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