Look At Me!

The tiger cub sat on the ground Ignored by all the rest, As if he was now lost not found, Unclaimed, not thought the best... He swished his tail with some disdain, He clenched his claws as well, Yet they ignored him once again, His presence to dispel... You see, he'd been a naughty boy! So time for discipline! Ignoring him would thus annoy, Though he was kith and kin... Tough love like that should sort him out, He didn't stand a chance, He had to do something about His boasting to advance... So time passed by till bad boy changed, Then everyone was friends, When attitudes are rearranged And harmony then blends... The tiger cub thus understood, The blessings there could be, When he was humble, gentle, good, Not roaring, 'LOOK AT ME! ' Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery. Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.