This tiger wasn't like the rest,
Some wisely called him prince,
A creature that looked truly blessed,
Would need none to convince...
He wasn't just one yard in length,
He stood more close to four,
Don't get me started on his strength,
I'm strong... but he's much more..
He's such a wondrous sight to see,
Except if much too close,
For then, of course, we'd all agree,
The dangers that would pose...
My camera zoom, that's quite enough,
Safe distance serves me well
And while such tigers I just love,
I'll not fall 'neath his spell...
I'll take great pictures now and then,
I'll frame them one by one,
I'll stay alive, like other men,
Who know what must be done...
Though tigers do what tigers do,
No harm shall come from me,
I'm just a guest who's passing through
His principality...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2015.
Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem