Reflected Glory

The tiger and two cubs laid low, The water soothed their skins, No other place seemed wise to go, For then nobody wins... Reflected glory calmed them all, That's what it did and more, So in the stream, each cub would crawl, Then stay there filled with awe... They merely let the day go by And watched the bubbles glide And though some fishes wondered why, The cubs chose to abide... Their whiskers sparkling like the dew, Their nostrils somewhat wet, The cubs so glad of something new, A day not to forget... But time moves on, so up they stood, The trio must depart, Returning to their neighbourhood Where they would play their part... The sizzling sun would dry them out, Majestic once again, Contrasts are what life's all about, For tigers... and for men... Denis Martindale, copyright June 2016. A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting by Stephen Gayford. Google-search phrases gayford prints and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.