I'M Tired...

When tigers run and run and run Beneath that sun on high, They soon lose all their sense of fun And simply want to lie... They settle down upon the ground, Admitting their defeat To anyone who's there around Who still can stand the heat... When tigers swish their tails no more, They're almost fast asleep, Enough to yawn and then to snore While breathing in so deep... The wise man isn't prone to stay And walk up closer still, By now he's running fast away Beyond that yonder hill... When tigers lie, closed eyes, at rest, It's best to leave them be, If woken, they won't be impressed, You won't have time to flee! Let tigers lounge and be advised, Don't laugh, don't cry, don't cough! 'Cos if you do, you'll be surprised! They'll bite your head clean off! Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'I'm Tired'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com