It's Been A Long Day

Oh, the white tiger was weary! His tootsies throbbed and throbbed... Though white tigers don't get teary, He almost sighed and sobbed... He asked, How long will this day last? He hoped it would end soon, Because he knew when it was past, He'd sleep beneath the moon... The day went on and on and on... He had to have a rest! He couldn't wait till it had gone, Though anger he expressed... He hadn't learnt to pace himself, That's why there was no doubt, He wasn't in the best of health, He was plum-tuckered out! His heavy head matched heavy heart, He yawned, as tigers do, The doziness began to start, Eyes closing to the view... And minutes later, tootsies soothed, He gladly said, Goodnight... And thus, for hours, hardly moved, Contented to sleep tight... Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2013. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'It's Been A long Day II'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com