Wading In, Too... Poem by Denis Martindale

Wading In, Too...



The tiger sweltered in the sun
And wandered to the stream,
Then, finally, that battle done,
He stood there in a dream...
To wade in now, or wait a while?
To wade in now, or not?
He waded in, with such a smile,
Because it was so hot!

Then came the shivers, waters high,
That sudden cooling chill,
Adjusting to it by and by,
As if a short-lived thrill...
Then mellowing to all it gave,
The mud beneath his feet,
With time enough to gently bathe,
Sensations, oh, so sweet...

The tiger humbled, yet at rest,
His whiskers drooping wet,
Yet memories of feeling blessed,
The likes he'd not forget...
Perhaps it's only humans who
Praise God for such repose,
Or could it be, that big cats do?
Alas, God only knows...


Denis Martindale December 2016.


Poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford
wildlife painting. Google-search phrases
gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry
and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...

Saturday, December 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,blessing
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