The Secret Pool... Poem by Denis Martindale

The Bengal Tiger faced the dawn,
With hunger and with thirst,
With every stomach pain to warn
He felt like he'd been cursed...
Yet soon a meal came passing by
And when his pains had ceased,
The Bengal Tiger questioned why
Some feelings hadn't eased...

Then he recalled a miracle,
A hidden place to go,
Because it was his secret pool
That very few could know...
I saw him turn around that way
And sensed him heading there,
Some inner instinct to obey,
That soothed a solemn care...

The pool remained his sanctuary,
His realm of solitude,
A respite meant for harmony,
The healing of his mood...
The bubbles burbling cast their spell,
Reflections played their part,
An hour passed and all was well,
In mind and soul and heart...


Denis Martindale, copyright July 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting
by Stephen Gayford. Google-search phrases
gayford prints and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.