Denis Martindale

Laying In Wait - Poem by Denis Martindale

Stretched out upon a sloping rock,
The tiger took repose,
As if his very place to lock,
Take stock and count his toes...
His stomach flattened, there to rest,
Till something came along,
His dinnertime, so he'd get blessed,
To keep him growing strong...

An hour passing slowly by
Can make the neck to ache
And so he simply let it lie,
As if to take a break...
His eyes surveyed the scenery,
The sky, the trees, the ground,
His ears relayed each mystery
Compressed in every sound...

But time went on and on and on
Until his eyelids drooped
And all his senses then were gone,
With him completely pooped...
I've never heard a tiger snore,
For only fools get close,
That's why today, I'm not quite sure...
If yes, God only knows...

Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2013.

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Laying In Wait II'.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Gleb Zavlanov (7/20/2013 3:41:00 PM)

    A great poem. I love your work.Keep it up! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013

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