Indian Tiger Cub

The Indian tiger cub I saw Looked noble and serene, As if he stood without a flaw, With stares meant to be seen... Intimidating in his way, Enough to bite and scare, Beyond the times when he could play With all the young cubs there... I sensed he wasn't like the rest, He knew his destiny, He was aware that he was blessed With something meant to be... His father knew this from the start, They shared a common bond, As if they shared one beating heart That made him more than fond... And so, as fathers often do, A favourite son was shown, A somewhat inside point of view On what things could be known... That's why that young cub could excel Beyond each brother's skill, For favourite sons have tales to tell, They have... and always will... Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016. A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.