Handsome Beast

The tiger stood his ground one day, Like posers often do, To let the others have their say, Express their point of view... To stare at him, with jealousy, Each time his fame increased, While tigresses looked longingly, 'He's such a handsome beast! ' The tiger stayed still, like a king, As if the world were his, While all the rest were wondering What magic spell is this? As if they watched him mesmerised, Fixated and so pleased, While tigresses all realised, 'He's such a handsome beast! ' Of course, the magic couldn't last, That's life, we all move on... Endangered species leave so fast, They're here... and then they're gone... For now, he's truly in his prime! The foremost not the least... While tigresses think he's sublime, 'He's such a handsome beast! ' Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Handsome Beast'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com