Jungle Trail

The treacherous tiger tip-toed Towards the jungle trail... Obedient to the tigers' code, He knew he must not fail. White tigers like to do their best, As if they were like kings! Let other creatures stare impressed! Pathetic underlings! That's why he walked as if on air, As if the world were his. So nonchalant, so debonair - What more to life than this? Yet hunger tamed his thoughts for now, He dined on humble pie... What future would the Fates allow? What victim would pass by? He licked his lips, expectantly! He sensed new prey was near... He crouched down low, so none could see, Then everything was clear! He pounced like lightning! Head to tail... A nightmare not a dream! Triumphant on his jungle trail... Expert, yet so extreme... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Jungle Trail'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com