White Tiger Cub

White tiger cub, white tiger cub, I gaze at you with awe, Yet won't give you a belly rub Or calmly shake your paw... I'll show respect for what you are, Not yet the noble beast, But what a wondrous superstar, A miracle at least... So charismatic, cool and cute, So cuddlesome and fine And deserving of each tribute That praises your design... Admired from afar and near, With oohs and ahs for now, Until the day when you appear A full-grown king somehow... Today we see the humble child, Your twinkling eyes aglow, The kind of cat that looks quite mild By those not in the know... But you possess a legacy That few of us can share, But here's the solemn irony, White tiger cubs are rare... Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.