Shallow Waters Poem by Denis Martindale

Shallow Waters



The tiger plodded in the stream
Though not thrilled to the core,
For things weren't as they used to seem,
Not quite like as before...
The water wasn't quite as wet
And certainly not high,
No wonder that he felt upset,
Quite miffed and puzzling why...

Where did that water run off to?
It just got up and left!
And there he stood, yet what to do
Except to look bereft?
Poor soul! My heart went out to him!
His back still piping hot,
Half-cooked, not wading to the brim
And swimming on the spot...

But he stopped me from swimming, there!
That stream looked mighty fine,
He didn't look like he would share,
Nor I to cross the line...
Before, I, too, my blood could chill,
While asking, 'When? When? When! ? '
I had to watch and wait there till
He waded out again...


Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2013.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Shallow Waters'.


More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

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