The tigress was a wondrous sight,
Imposing in her way,
Composing majesty and might,
No matter, night or day...
And mother to her cubs, of course,
Who showed no fear at all,
Because she rarely showed her force
To such as these, so small...
She merely nudged them now and then,
To stand and walk around,
To make each know of moments when
She heard a nearby sound...
Or coaxed them from their sleepy sighs
For something new to learn,
Or else to face some strange surprise,
The dangers to discern...
Years come, years go, time takes its toll
And Man's both foe and friend,
Such that I wonder in my soul,
When will such wonders end?
But on the whole, her gladness grew,
Such was her lot in life,
Beneath that sun and sky so blue,
Where each must yet survive...
Denis Martindale, copyright March 2016.
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Saturday 26 March 2016
INDIAN TIGRESS
LION PROFILE
My word, that lion looks the part!
His profile looks sublime!
As if he's got a noble heart,
As if he's in his prime...
As if he's learnt a thing or two,
The master of his fate,
As if he knows just what to do,
His legend to create!
My word, that lion looks a king,
He glides from place to place,
That royal walk proves everything,
Regard that poise and grace...
And yet he moves at lightning speed,
He fights and wins with style,
The lesser lions can't succeed,
No wonder they don't smile...
My word, I'm glad I'm over here
And that he's over there!
Why wander close then shake with fear?
I know I wouldn't dare!
My camera lens gets close enough,
My photos must suffice...
Because that lion's way too tough
And I am way too nice...
Denis Martindale, copyright March 2016.
A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
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PANDA SNACK!
A Panda has a snack or two,
As soon as time allows,
As if each bamboo shoot tastes new
As he squats down to browse...
And while those bamboo shoots are near
And somewhat close to hand,
A Panda chews and shows no fear
And thinks his life's just grand...
No roof above and no TV,
No phone or Internet,
Yet he remains contentedly,
To snack without regret...
No job to go to now and then,
Each day's a holiday,
No watch at all to tell him when
It's time to walk away...
I envy him! He's got no wife!
No kids to call his own!
He's really happy with his life
Though he weighs twenty stone!
To him, all things are black and white,
He's not like beastly brutes,
He's happy as a lark, all right,
Thanks to his bamboo shoots!
Denis Martindale, copyright March 2016.
A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
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TIGER IN THE GRASS!
I wonder what he's doing there,
That tiger in the grass,
This long suspense gets hard to bear,
For what will come to pass?
He's on the prowl, that much I know,
He's staring left and right
And moving with a fluid flow,
Both in and out of sight...
My camera helps to show his eyes,
His nose and whiskers, too,
As he stays silent, in disguise,
So difficult to view...
But I'm quite patient as a rule,
I'll bide my time and wait
And, thankfully, I've kept my cool,
Not nervous, in a state...
He's standing up! He's running now!
He's coming straight for me!
That's it! I'm off! Goodbye... and how!
It's time for me to flee!
What's this? Oh, dear! It's just a dream!
I've got to stay awake!
I need some coffee and some cream!
Please, God... Give me a break!
Denis Martindale, copyright March 2016.
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BOBCAT
The bobcat isn't very small,
It's just a little more,
The bobcat isn't very tall,
Enough to drop your jaw...
I wouldn't say it's good advice
To stroke it on its head,
In fact, I'd rather you think twice,
Then run away instead...
The bobcat isn't thought as tame,
To cuddle by your side,
So you decide to give a name,
So it could purr with pride...
It makes more sense to stay apart,
A wide berth, so to speak,
That's better than a broken heart
Or teardrops on each cheek...
Forgive me, if I'm not a fan,
Of pointed upward ears,
Like Mr Spock who's just a man,
A hero to his peers...
The bobcat isn't on my list
Of creatures I hold close,
Nor something that I've loved and kissed...
Like my cat, I suppose...
Denis Martindale, copyright March 2016.
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OWL ON A BRANCH
Upon a branch an owl took rest,
To stay there solemnly,
As if he stared quite unimpressed
As he looked down on me...
I took some photos of him there,
He blinked and then stared on,
As if he simply didn't care
If I stayed or was gone...
There was no wisdom to discern,
No sage advice or whim,
No lesson meant for me to learn
As I looked up at him...
But then he flew so gracefully
That I stood there amazed,
As if God's miracle to see
So that God would be praised...
And praise I did, for all I saw,
Because I couldn't fly,
Yet that owl flew and then, what's more,
He knew not how or why...
His golden wings were God's design,
With feathers side by side,
Yet I walked home to all that's mine,
A man devoid of pride...
Denis Martindale, copyright March 2016.
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