Superiority!

A tiger has that certain style, That certain savoir faire, That winsome way that makes me smile, Precocious, debonair! Such that he swaggers now and then, Like putting on a show, Upon his catwalk once again With colours all aglow... His tail is like a wondrous whip To swat the flies away, It's like he thinks he's way too hip For them to spoil his day! He only growls when he finds need, Why show off all the time? His snarls won't help him to succeed, If he stays in his prime... And so he glides with charm and grace, Or leaps ten feet and more, Bold confidence upon his face, Conceited? That's for sure! He thinks he's better than I am! Superiority? I know he doesn't give a damn, BUT we'll just wait and see! Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery.