Cool Waters...

The tiger sensed bath time was near, So he obeyed that call, The stream had always brought him cheer, Close to the waterfall... Where water gently took its time To bubble here and there, Like poetry that chose to rhyme, Its purposes to share... The tiger walked beside its flow, Then glided fully in, To watch reflections come and go As new ones made him grin... For such as these brought memories, Of youthful sunny days When innocence had offered peace Before each adult strays... The tiger laid, his coat to dry, All cares had left his mind, The past a blur, no need to sigh, All doubts were left behind... And when he rose and left the scene, For yet more truths to learn, Beside the trees of emerald green, He promised to return... Denis Martindale, copyright October 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.