Siberian Snow

To some, the snow's a wondrous thing That casts its magic spell, Beguiling both the clown and king, Before it bids farewell... Yet to the tiger, freezing cold, It's not held in regard... For though it's lovely to behold, It makes his hunting hard. The snow gets inbetween his toes And freezes on his coat, Into his face it blows and blows And there's no antidote... It makes his whiskers sensitive To every single touch! He's got all this to put up with... It really is too much! He bravely bears the cold, cold day... This to his heart he vowed: He's found his spot and here he'll stay, Defiant and so proud! The snow continued all day long! That he did not expect... Yes, even tigers get things wrong! Their pride completely wrecked! Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Siberian Snow'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com