Serengeti Evening, Too

The tiger looks a noble sort, I think that you'd agree. It doesn't really take much thought, It's there for all to see. The tiger smoulders in the sun, Like marmalade on toast - His orange stripes so crisply done To stand out uppermost. His swishing tail, his piercing eyes, His rippling muscles, too. His camouflage meant to disguise, To do what he must do... Together, how they all impress - Both young and old take note. With tigers, there's no need to guess, You just look at that coat. His whiskers twitching up and down And sometimes left and right. Each forehead stripe just like a frown, As if he just took fright. The tiger looks a noble sort, Determined through and through! But sadly, I must now report: Run fast or he'll catch YOU! The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Serengeti Evening II'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com NB There is a lion poem called Serengeti Evening.