Cool Water

As if cool water called his name, The tiger had obeyed, Remaining calm as his first aim, Thus by cool water laid... Upon the rocks he flicked his tail A little less and less, For beauty spots like this can't fail To spread some happiness... The tiger spread his weight around With tooties to one side, As if his Shangri-La had found And here he would abide... No other creatures dared approach The growling so-and-so, Now settled like a real slow coach Who didn't want to go... Cool water soothes the savage beast, That's just the way it is, Now from the greatest to the least, Seduced by utter bliss... Well, good for him! I'll give him time Before I take my bath... With patience, it could be sublime And not my epitaph... Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Cool Water'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com