Silent Danger!

The tiger gently touched the ground As he in stealth mode stepped, Almost as if to make no sound, He walked but almost crept... As confident as he could be, Some dangers still exist, Increasingly humanity, For poachers still persist... This trail, to him, was quite well-known, He knew it back and forth, He walked it every day alone, Slowly from south to north... It served him well, providing food, Enough to get him by, That's why he savoured this sweet mood, Beneath that pleasant sky... But silent danger, who knows best, The hunter or the prey? His strength and speed meant he was blessed, Unless men came his way... For men lay traps and men shoot guns No tiger should ignore, They only have to meet them once, Then death meets them for sure... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent wildlife painting by Stephen Gayford nb Google search: gayfordgallery Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.