Siberian Brothers

Siberia's a lonesome place, Yet tigers still survive, With family bonds that would embrace And keep each one alive... So brothers find some comfort there, At peace, while side by side, At gentle rest and time to spare And joy these two can't hide... Such are the bonds that would unite Two tigers night and day, Beyond each nibble's playful bite, Before they hunt for prey... From childhood reared, so soon to part, As adults on their own, Perhaps to bear a lonesome heart, Or just a heart of stone... Will memory serve of times gone by? Cast off or kept in mind? If met again, would each one sigh, Or smile and then be kind? Each has the choice, rejoice or run, Be good, bad or aloof, But here and now, rest in the sun, Appreciate your youth... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2015. The poem is based on the magnificent wildlife painting by Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.