It's Been A Long Day, Too

My word, white tigers look so fine, Yet this one looked worn out, Flat out, as if he must recline, No more to stroll about... His eyelids lowered to his nose, His every breath controlled, His sense of peace replaced his woes, Despite now feeling old... He opened up his eyes again, Looked at the world once more, And suddenly, right there and then, He knew what life was for... To learn your place, your destiny, Beyond the times of youth, To gain a precious clarity, A foretaste of the truth... And in the valley, there, below, Some tiger cubs played on, In years to come, each one would grow, Then die when life had gone... Yet now he smiled, his heart transformed In this, his interlude, You see, through them, his heart was warmed, With hope and strength renewed... Denis Martindale February 2017. A poem based on the magnificent Stephen Gayford wildlife painting. Google search phrases gayford prints and Stephen Gayford poetry and also for Heaven and Earth Designs...