Burning Bright

Oh, how brilliant is the legend In oranges and blacks. You look and then your breath suspend... The tiger nothing lacks! With stripes so strong, so debonair, So vibrant in the sun! How dominant, beyond compare, A vision that can stun! Take in the stance, the mouth, the teeth, The claws in paws of gold... They keep their secrets there beneath, For they must not be told! But come the time the tiger stalks The prey that's dead ahead... Those claws aren't merely just for walks... I'm sure you've guessed! Nuff said... The tiger tempts nobody close, He growls contempt for all... For now, he merely strikes a pose, As if his curtain call... Endangered species come and go! His legend's burning bright! Yet how long for, no man can know... Please pray again, tonight... Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Burning Bright'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com