Indian Tiger!

The Indian Tiger looked at me While I observed him, too, I must've been a sight to see When I first walked in view... For there I was, so calm, so still, My camera to my eye And though, to me, this was a thrill, The tiger wondered why... Not that, of course, he'd understand A single word I'd say, In any case, I'd got it planned That soon I'd run away... No point discussing face-to-face His portrait on my wall, So debonair, so full of grace, As great as I'd recall... Suffice to say, he stood his ground, Perplexed to where I'd run, Aware of every sight and sound In his life since day one... Yet if that day had been my last, That's something that I'd loathe... So when he moved, I scarpered fast, Got in my jeep and drove! Denis Martindale, copyright November 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.