Instinct

White tigers, wondrous as they are, Survive as best they can, Yet instinct only goes so far, So parents need to plan... That's why white tigers still exist, Just recently made known, That's why we hope they will persist, Their hunting skills to hone... They've found their place in Nature now, Esteemed by Man as well, Protecting while he can allow, So they've their tale to tell... With families that roam the land, The young cubs still to train, While Man provides a helping hand, Come sunshine or come rain... Consider instinct just the start, The guiding force inside, In matters of the head, the heart, So wisdom is supplied... If not for instinct, senses fail, No matter, great or small, No matter if male or female, It helps us, one and all... Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Instinct'.