Indian Marharajah

The tiger seemed a noble lord, So dignified to me, I know that I felt overawed, At all that he could be. I kept my distance to be safe While taking photos fast, Just keeping still while somewhat brave As precious chances last. The tiger basked there in the sun, Flat out, yet still aware, Not chasing after anyone Or creature in despair. So I was glad he posed at peace, Content to rest alone, As if his conscience were at ease, As if no sins to own. Yet who was I to criticise These hunters Nature makes, Environments to supervise, Controlled for all their sakes? So I remained until the time As best seemed right to me, Then left with photos so sublime Meant for posterity. Denis Martindale. May 2022. The poem is based on the magnificent painting of a Bengal Tiger, entitled Indian Marharajah, by Stephen Gayford. Google search my poems using the search phrase Stephen Gayford.