When I'M Ready!

The tiger climbed his favourite hill To find his favourite spot, Somehow that tiger got a thrill, Up there, though feeling hot... It wasn't in the shade, that's true, But, oh, what scenery! So when, for him, not much to do, Friends knew where he would be... 'He's off again! ' they'd all observe, The young 'uns saw him leave, Some tigers thought, 'He's got a nerve, We've hardly time to breathe! ' He gave no thought to what they thought, He wouldn't change his mind! He was aloof, somewhat self-taught, In fact, the lonesome kind... So he stretched out on granite rock, Content to see the sights... Why not? He'd never seen a clock, Especially at these heights... The hours passed, he stayed flat out, 'Come down, you so-and-so! ' 'When I'm ready! ' they heard him shout, 'Till then, I'll stay not go! ' Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'When I'm Ready'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com