White Treasures

White tigers like their privacy, It keeps their young cubs calm, There's nothing like tranquillity To ease off thoughts of harm... Their blood flows at a gentle pace In neighbourhoods serene And pretty soon they like the place, As if they've always been... It's no surprise that parents feel The need for some reprieve, Some solitude, some time to heal, Yes, even if it's brief... Some call these golden moments yet They're worth much more than that! It's very hard to purr and fret, It's true, ask any cat... White tigers should be left alone, To wind down, tails at rest, To find a peace that's rarely known Is how best to be blessed... Don't say a word or point your hand, Just crouch down and observe... But if they chase us, quickly stand... And run for all you're worth! Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'White Treasures' which is found on gayfordgallery-dot-com More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com