Indian Tiger Cub Poem by Denis Martindale

The Indian tiger cub I saw
Looked noble and serene,
As if he stood without a flaw,
With stares meant to be seen...
Intimidating in his way,
Enough to bite and scare,
Beyond the times when he could play
With all the young cubs there...

I sensed he wasn't like the rest,
He knew his destiny,
He was aware that he was blessed
With something meant to be...
His father knew this from the start,
They shared a common bond,
As if they shared one beating heart
That made him more than fond...

And so, as fathers often do,
A favourite son was shown,
A somewhat inside point of view
On what things could be known...
That's why that young cub could excel
Beyond each brother's skill,
For favourite sons have tales to tell,
They have... and always will...


Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016.


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