The Bengal Tiger heaved a sigh
As through the snow he lurched,
For, without food, he soon would die,
So onward still he searched...
The pure white dazzling snow would crunch
Beneath his furry feet,
Yet he could only think of lunch,
But what was there to eat?
He still recalled the Winters past,
So heavy going then,
Yet this one now could be his last,
Would he see one again?
Despite the cold and bitter winds,
He wondered what he'd done,
Reflecting on his lifestyle's sins
Beneath that distant sun...
When once he'd eaten, doubts were changed,
No more the daunted soul,
No more, as if new hopes arranged,
Fresh thoughts now in control...
Come Summer and some friendly mate,
A family could start!
And suddenly, he felt just great,
All warmed up in his heart!
Denis Martindale September 2016.
Poem based on the magnificent wildlife painting
by Stephen Gayford. Google-search phrases
gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry
and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem