River Patrol

The tiger tip-toes here and there As he goes on patrol, Close to the river's edge aware Of every living soul. Assessing ones that he could catch, If he should prove his worth, Avoiding ones that are his match And giving them wide berth... He's in no hurry for a while, And yet he's on the prowl... For now he wears a smirk, a smile, Till these become a scowl... It's too late then to run away, To scamper off and hide... Too late if you've become his prey, So don't cling on to pride... Don't dilly-dally like a clown! Don't play the fool, my friend! Play safe or else he'll hunt you down, On that you can depend! Head for the hills or trees somehow, Don't stick around for fun! If I were you, I'd scarper NOW! While you've got time to RUN! Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'River Patrol'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com