Winter Sunbather

The tiger yawned as he walked on... The snow had slowed him down... He'd wait it out till it was gone, For now, he wore a frown. The sun reflected in his eyes. He squinted now and then. Conserving strength was very wise... And so he stopped again. With paws outstetched, his mood soon thawed... He settled in one place. No longer was he overawed. The sun he chose to face... Another yawn... his eyelids closed, As if this were the norm, Yet not so bad as he supposed... His coat would soon be warm. While most would sleep contentedly, This tiger kept his cool. His head held high for all to see, He proved he was no fool. His claws retracted 'neath the fur... His heartbeat soothed within... And so he stayed and wouldn't stir, Until the sun gave in... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Winter Sunbather'.