Broken Silence
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Denis Martindale
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The tiger's tail swished left and right,
His eyelids up and down,
The heat had sapped him of his might
And thus increased each frown...
That's why his body slumped and laid
Flat out to gain some rest,
Right there, completely unafraid,
Determined to be blessed...
The minutes passed and sleepyhead
Got comfy, warm, subdued,
No longer quite the beast who sped,
The predator so crude...
For now, he was a pussy cat...
One hour from a dream,
Disturb him now, he'd make you scat,
His change of mood extreme...
The broken silence made him stare,
With sudden angry eyes,
To seek that hidden foe somewhere
Who soon would realise
That here he was, plum tuckered out,
Completely on his own...
Till he stood up and walked about,
His heart as cold as stone...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Broken Silence'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
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