Indian Gold

This tiger's stripes resemble gold, In all its finery, They're truly wondrous to behold... What awesome majesty! He strides across the land that's his, With swaggers, to and fro... At ease, exuding perfect bliss, He puts on quite a show! Let others cower from his stare That twinkles golden bright... He's not like those caught unaware Before their final fight! No quiet, humdrum life for him! He's earnt his stripes, indeed! His life is filled up to the brim With wisdom to succeed... As long as he stays number one And he's the alpha male, Then you can bet, he's having fun With stories to regale... In time, he'll father many more, With gold stripes of their own... Perhaps that's what God made him for And why he's so well-known... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Indian Gold'. The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com