WHITE TIGER!

I looked intently at his eyes,
So blue and yet so pale,
As if I scanned the distant skies
Before a storm or gale...
And that pink nose of his stood out
Between his whiskers there,
That sourpuss could really pout,
As if designed to glare!

He made me glad that I could smile,
To loudly laugh and grin,
To thus enhance my own profile
And showcase what's within...
But all he did was sit and stay,
To flick his tail and such...
As if he had nothing to say
And didn't think too much...

But when he stood and walked ahead,
My word, he looked a sight!
I felt a sudden sense of dread
And ran with all my might!
I saw no need to stick around,
I've other things to do!
With smaller cats still to be found
And safer ones to view!


Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016.


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

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