Indian Tiger! Poem by Denis Martindale

The Indian Tiger looked at me
While I observed him, too,
I must've been a sight to see
When I first walked in view...
For there I was, so calm, so still,
My camera to my eye
And though, to me, this was a thrill,
The tiger wondered why...

Not that, of course, he'd understand
A single word I'd say,
In any case, I'd got it planned
That soon I'd run away...
No point discussing face-to-face
His portrait on my wall,
So debonair, so full of grace,
As great as I'd recall...

Suffice to say, he stood his ground,
Perplexed to where I'd run,
Aware of every sight and sound
In his life since day one...
Yet if that day had been my last,
That's something that I'd loathe...
So when he moved, I scarpered fast,
Got in my jeep and drove!


Denis Martindale, copyright November 2015.


Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.