Tiger In The Grass! Poem by Denis Martindale

I wonder what he's doing there,
That tiger in the grass,
This long suspense gets hard to bear,
For what will come to pass?
He's on the prowl, that much I know,
He's staring left and right
And moving with a fluid flow,
Both in and out of sight...

My camera helps to show his eyes,
His nose and whiskers, too,
As he stays silent, in disguise,
So difficult to view...
But I'm quite patient as a rule,
I'll bide my time and wait
And, thankfully, I've kept my cool,
Not nervous, in a state...

He's standing up! He's running now!
He's coming straight for me!
That's it! I'm off! Goodbye... and how!
It's time for me to flee!
What's this? Oh, dear! It's just a dream!
I've got to stay awake!
I need some coffee and some cream!
Please, God... Give me a break!


Denis Martindale, copyright March 2016.


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