In The Shade
The tiger wearied by the heat
Felt strength was waning fast
And hardly fit as to compete
Until the heat had past...
He sought the comfort of the shade
Between the trees nearby,
Where he believed the heat would fade
So no more would he sigh...
How right he was, the shade was fine,
The breeze no more a pain
And pretty soon he would recline
And simply rest again...
His eyes no longer strained to see,
His ears no longer burned,
Yes, this was now the place to be,
Till evening had returned...
The sun, why was it so darned hot?
Each tiger thought the same!
Each sensed somehow it was a plot,
Revenge on those to blame...
While tigers hunt their prey for food
And have to eat what's caught,
Not one's safe in Man's neighbourhood
While Man hunts game for sport...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'In The Shade'.
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