Amid the heat the tiger lurched,
Fatigued not quite as strong
And yet onwards he gamely searched
And would search all day long...
And there it was, as if a dream,
A Paradise on Earth,
Although to others just a stream,
To him, it had great worth...
He waded in, a weary soul,
The stream then chilled his bones,
Content to find that waterhole,
His grins replaced his groans...
Oh, yes... this was the place to be,
Where rocks contained the flow,
Preserving still life's mystery,
Of things we're yet to know...
He closed his eyes and savoured all,
His muscles now at ease,
Acknowledging God's miracle,
The tiger felt such peace...
If he but knew what humans do,
His praises would express,
The joys known by the chosen few
When God grants happiness...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2014.
The poem is based on the magnificent wildlife
painting by Stephen Gayford nb Google search:
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