Sleep Tight Poem by Denis Martindale

Sleep Tight



The two white tigers laid flat out,
Fatigued yet still awake,
Yet even tigers cannot flout
The need to take a break...
And so they breathe much deeper still,
Give way to thoughts they think
And gently glide and overspill
Upon the very brink...

Their eyelids lower even more,
To flutter now and then,
While striving yet to keep the score
For 'Who? How? What? Where? When? '
Then both are done... it's sleepytime...
For them, no turning back,
They slink towards their dreams sublime
And everything turns black...

To think, white tigers are quite few,
Endangered, truth to say,
How many left? I've got no clue,
Yet maybe less today...
And while their beauty makes us stare,
Perchance to hold them dear,
If we should lose the will to care...
White tigers disappear...

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2013.
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The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Sleep Tight'.

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More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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