Regal White Tiger Poem by Denis Martindale

The cute white tiger cub had grown
And gone his separate way,
Perhaps to spend his life alone
Until his dying day...
Unless he found a female friend,
No cubs would bless his heart,
This truth the lonesome comprehend
Before true love can start...

The adult male was in his prime,
With confidence supreme,
The sunny day was quite sublime,
He strolled as in a dream...
A regal poise blessed every thought,
As if the world were his
And life seemed like a noble sport,
With mornings just like this...

Thus Nature had him well prepared,
For her, his special one,
With whom each future year was shared
As they strolled in the sun...
If only humans weren't involved
With mortgages and such,
Perhaps romance could be resolved
With just the tender touch...


Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Regal II'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com