Deep Freeze

As the snow was going nowhere, The tiger settled still... Content that he saw nothing there, He rested on the hill. He looked to both the left and right, From his high point of view And all he saw was white, white, white! And so, what could he do? He yawned at so much tedium... With nothing there to eat... And coldness filled him to the brim And gone all trace of heat! Somehow, he felt he couldn't win! 'Why can't I fly like birds? ' 'Why me? ' he asked, with such chagrin! In short-clipped angry words... Of course, we know, life isn't fair! For some, it's way too cold. Yet starving was so hard to bear... And he was getting old! He wasn't like he used to be, So fast upon his feet. 'I'm getting on, that's plain to see... Now things are not so sweet! ' And so he moaned, like old folks do, About his aches and pains... Stuck to that hill as if with glue... Then suddenly, it rains... 'For pity sake! ' he groaned again... 'This really's not my day! ' And so he stood, right there and then... And sighed... and walked away... More Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: http: //denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com