Golden Silhouette

The tiger met my stare that day, Two hunters full of life, Two species searching for their prey, Each seeking to survive... And as I stared into his eyes While he was on patrol, I slowly came to realise That he stared at my soul... He knew we shared a common bond, With courage day and night, That fought each battle and beyond Against all foes in sight... Yet he and I weren't enemies, Although we weren't close friends, Somehow we sensed a solemn peace, The kind that rarely ends... While co-existence yet remains, We knew each had a share And to this day, he roams the plains, As if without a care... Each has his purpose on this Earth And how could I forget His strength, his grace, his noble worth, His golden silhouette? Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Golden Silhouette'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com