Follow The Leader

Two tigers traipsed the river's edge, The leader heard a noise... When entrusted with this knowledge, Both tigers had no choice... Two tigers traipsed beneath the sun With one cold thought in mind, Two heads much better than the one, With so much strength combined... In silent mode, they took their time, Each stealthful step so slow... While undetected, each new crime Meant victims sensed no foe... Suffice to say, their moment came, The frantic prey ran wild, The tigers chased like burning flame, No longer meek and mild... Though it didn't happen often, The tigers had to pause... For failure dogged them once again, Their prey escaped their claws... The starving tigers felt dismay, The next meal had to wait... With luck, they'd last another day With cause to celebrate... Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Follow The Leader'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com