White Tiger Cub Poem by Denis Martindale

White Tiger Cub



White tiger cub, white tiger cub,
I gaze at you with awe,
Yet won't give you a belly rub
Or calmly shake your paw...
I'll show respect for what you are,
Not yet the noble beast,
But what a wondrous superstar,
A miracle at least...

So charismatic, cool and cute,
So cuddlesome and fine
And deserving of each tribute
That praises your design...
Admired from afar and near,
With oohs and ahs for now,
Until the day when you appear
A full-grown king somehow...

Today we see the humble child,
Your twinkling eyes aglow,
The kind of cat that looks quite mild
By those not in the know...
But you possess a legacy
That few of us can share,
But here's the solemn irony,
White tiger cubs are rare...


Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2015.


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

Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: animals
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