Another Jungle Pool

The jungle pool awaited him, White tiger, tall and lean, Engulfing him, so sleek and slim, His black and white to clean... A dozen frowns at first appeared, Till he felt sweet release, His face now soothed from ears to beard, All tensions brought to peace... His greyed reflection danced below Amid the ripples there, Next to the blue streaks to and fro, That mirrored clouds mid-air... What swam beneath he had no clue, Yet instincts served him well And thus he stayed, like tigers do, As Nature cast her spell... This was his portion to receive, His chance should he remain, The gentle coolness to retrieve, The sunshine's heat to drain... If he were human he would pray, Give thanks to God above, Yet all he did was smile and stay, For tigers, that's enough... Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent wildlife painting by Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.