Jungle Pool

White tiger, while you roam your realm, Your body heat must rise, Until it's bound to overwhelm And you resort to sighs... It's then that jungle pool seems good Enough to melt each frown, Such that you cross the neighbourhood Till you can settle down... And there it is! Your sighs are done! You tread soft mud once more And squish this like you're having fun, As if that's what it's for... At first, a shiver runs your spine, Your ribs then feel the thrill, But soon, my word, you're feeling fine As splashes rise and spill... A soothing swim, a gentle glide, Your whiskers part the waves, Such that your dark soul's satisfied, For such as this it craves... A precious peace, mid Paradise, 'Twixt Heaven and God's Earth, The jungle pool is oh so nice, Much more than you deserve! Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Jungle Pool'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com