Indian Nobility

The tiger treads the trails once more - They're all he's ever known... Nobility he has galore, Such dignity to own. He strides across the ancient earth As Nature's masterpiece... With every step, he proves his worth, As everyone agrees. The tiger's trained himself to fight, So he can stand his ground... Not like a coward that takes flight And then is seldom found... He bears the scars upon his back, His glories from his wins - They're almost hidden in the black And orange on this prince. He stood the victor at the end, The champion of each one... The conqueror and not the friend, When all's been said and done... Who likes to lose, who likes to fail, Who likes to quit in shame? Behold him now, this alpha male, His majesty, his fame... He needs no crown, no royal ring, No sceptre shining out... You look at him and know one thing, He's regal without doubt. Who knows how long he can survive This modern world he shares? Yet every day he stays alive Depends upon our prayers... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Indian Nobility'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com