White Haven

Even white tigers have to bathe Though they're as white as snow, That's why an hour they will save For streams that overflow... On winsome days, when winds are calm And sunlight shines above, White tigers will not hunt or harm While their hearts beat with love... The waters let white tigers chill Like little lambs at play.. A haven here that can instill A reason to delay... Life isn't always running round So frantic in the sun, Sometimes the simple things astound, When nothing much gets done. This was that time, when time relaxed, When tiny sounds were heard... When muscles were no longer taxed And all white tigers purred... Who knows how long these cats survive? This century? No more? Be glad today that they're alive... For no-one can be sure... Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'White Haven'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot.com