Siberian Tiger Cub Poem by Denis Martindale

Siberia's known to be quite cold,
No wonder tigers frown,
When Winters visit, they take hold
And everyone feels down...
So pardon cubs when they look sad,
As naturally they would,
Remembering the Summers had
And how they felt so good...

At least they've got a coat of fur
And not that far to go,
But when at times they've got to stir,
They can't help walking slow...
Tread carefully each path you climb,
No matter night or day,
You've got to learn to bide your time
Till Winter melts away...

I can't say that I envy you,
Chin up and do your best,
Just one more season to get through
And then you'll feel quite blessed...
It's patience that can serve you most,
It's there to help you cope,
It may not keep you warm as toast,
But Springtime gives you hope...


Denis Martindale, copyright September 2015.


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