White tiger resting gently there,
Oasis-blessed, serene,
Beside the stream without a care,
A sight so rarely seen...
No danger sensed nearby to shake
That inner peace you own,
Yet I'm still here, my chance to take,
Still hidden and unknown...
If you but knew my secret joy
At finding you this day,
I'm praying that you'd not act coy
And simply slink away...
Nor charge me, having lost control,
Your fury to explode,
But grant me pardon, spare my soul,
God's perfect grace bestowed...
You see, you're perfect in my sight,
Just like a king to me,
Adorned in fur both black and white
With utmost majesty...
It's just another day to you,
Yet you shine like a star,
I guess you haven't got a clue,
How beautiful you are!
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2014.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting by
Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery.
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