Restful

White tigers haven't much to say, When flat out on the chin... 'It's been a long, long, long, long day... I'm pooped! It's done me in! ' So there he was, eyes almost closed, Quite restful... dozing off... And now no longer quite disposed To act as if a toff! Aristocrats must also sleep, When into beds they climb... To yawn again and breathe in deep, When it's their beddy-time! White tigers may be very rare, But they can't beat the clock! A tiger's eye can stare and stare Till moonshine it must block... Tomorrow's just another day, Who knows what it might bring? For now the big white cat must lay, Like any other king... I've never heard a tiger snore... I'd never get that near! But if I did, I'd shake his paw And scarper, never fear! By day, to him, I'd raise my hat And meekly gently bow... Good night, you furry fluffy cat! You're not so mighty now... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Restful'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com