Snow Tigers

The tigers nestled in the snow, Oblivious to cold, Content within the twilight glow, So wondrous to behold... With light enough to take their ease, Before the night set in And grant the cubs a sense of peace Among their kith and kin... United in their Shangri-La, The royal family Reflected how they'd come so far, This very night to see... The stars a distant twisting scroll, The moon a crescent curl, A single cloud out on patrol, A pale white circling pearl... With tigers' eyes as witnesses As if to testify, There was joy in all God blesses On Earth and in the sky... Snow tigers felt this joy inside With every heartbeat made. If they could roam the whole world wide, Their joy would never fade... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Snow Tigers'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com