Indian Prince

To some, this tiger was a prince, For he stood out a mile, I've seen him twice and ever since I still recall his smile... He always seemed so confident, With swagger in his stride, As if no other could prevent His stature or his pride... What need had he to wear a crown If running like the wind? His tail a-swishing up and down, While all the time he grinned... So full of joy, content with life, What need had he for jewels? This tiger had but to survive, For life brought miracles... The sun and moon and shooting stars, The lightning and the rain, A sudden meal when food was scarce, A chance to sleep again... And one day soon to find a mate, If God decreed it so, That future tigers could create More princes on the go! Denis Martindale, copyright August 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.