Charm Poem by Denis Martindale

The tiger cub was prone to sit,
To squat for all to see,
Perhaps to pause, to rest a bit,
Or just to pose with glee...
Now quite aware how charmed they were
Each time they stopped to stare,
To them, more than a ball of fur,
His destiny to bear...

Perhaps to be the alpha male,
Courageous, brash and bold
And not the tiger cub so frail,
With fluffy stripes of gold...
One day would come, when he would stride,
So sure, so confident
And in his heart a sense of pride
At what his parents meant...

They knew the changing course of time,
The spanning of the years,
The seasons passing so sublime,
The conquering of fears...
The stretching forth, the legacy,
The claiming to be done,
The awesome waiting destiny,
For him, their precious son...


Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting by
Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery.

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