Cooling Waters... Poem by Denis Martindale

That tiger's really made me wait,
He's wading in the stream,
While I'm here, forced to hesitate
And stand here in a dream...
I watch him wade and wade and wade,
I watch him cooling down,
I watch him while he's got it made,
As I glare with a frown...

I'm hot and bothered, frazzled, fried,
Fatigued down to my feet,
While he's cooled down, well satisfied
And thinks that life's so sweet!
It's no good sighing like I do,
Although I got here first,
I had to let him jump the queue,
Or I'd have come off worst...

So there he stands, so calm, serene,
While I just grit my teeth,
But surely now he must be clean,
Go on, turn round and leave!
I look at him, he's seen me glare,
Impatient as I am...
Yet he's so happy standing there,
He doesn't give a damn!


Denis Martindale, copyright September 2015.


Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.