Hide Away Poem by Denis Martindale

The tiger tottered to-and-fro,
Exhausted by the heat,
Then saw a magic silver glow
Upon a flattened sheet...
He realised the stream was near,
A little hide away,
Then everything was crystal clear,
As if to make his day...

When tigers smile, they almost grin,
Stiff upper lip, you see,
That's why he slowly sauntered in,
Instead of joyfully...
But almost in, he gently paused,
As if with thankful heart,
With no idea how this was caused,
Yet ready to take part...

Thus gliding in, till shoulder high,
Then past the muddy spread,
He paddled on, now feeling spry,
In one straight line ahead...
This is the life, he told himself,
A wash down now and then,
A soothing booster to one's health!
Amen... Amen... Amen!


Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2013.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Hide Away'.


More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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