Winter Retreat Poem by Denis Martindale

The tigers woke from sleep again
And went off to explore,
The snow had settled uptil then
And life was such a bore...
The tiger cubs had had enough,
When would it melt away?
This Winter time made living tough
For hunters and their prey...

No bricks and mortar for a home,
No heating switch to turn,
No cold house walls filled up with foam,
No coal that they could burn...
No Christmas Day, no cardigans,
No thermal socks received,
No thoughts of making New Year plans,
No wonder that they grieved...

Depression is a solemn thing,
The cubs were quite aware,
When all life's problems daily bring
Some share of dark despair...
They had no telly like we do,
No radio at all,
No change of scenery to view,
Except when snowflakes fall...


Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting by
Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery.

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