Denis Martindale Poems

The tiger woke and saw the snow
And didn't care a jot,
He simply stood as if to go
And walk around a lot...
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The tiger wasn't quite as pleased
As when his day began,
The temperature had much increased,
Thus he no longer ran...
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Outstretched, flat out, like bookends there,
Two golden lions laid,
Two brother lions without care,
Completely unafraid...
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Never give up, never give in!
That's what an angel said,
Continue still through thick and thin,
Keep ploughing on ahead...
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Four chambers dwell within the heart,
To me, a cross they form,
As one, they nourish every part,
Thanks to my blood kept warm...
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The black wolves stretched their legs again
And crunched the new-laid snow,
Not knowing where, not knowing when,
Yet still they had to go...
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The first born tiger cub that day
Had no idea at all,
Just like the rest, he chose to play,
To tumble and to fall...
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The lioness was keeping safe,
Somewhat alone in part,
As if this was something to crave,
A healing of the heart...
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The leopard knows when life feels good,
Like when out for a stroll,
As he surveys his neighbourhood,
Well pleased upon the whole...
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A tiger has that certain style,
That certain savoir faire,
That winsome way that makes me smile,
Precocious, debonair!
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