Winter Walk...

The tiger woke and saw the snow And didn't care a jot, He simply stood as if to go And walk around a lot... This was his land, his sole domain, The snow was but his guest, Like snowflakes landing on his brain, Though he groaned unimpressed... He crunched the snow upon the ground As he walked back and forth, First East and West, then turned around To then walk South and North... 'It's everywhere! ' the tiger sighed! 'How long I don't know for! ' You see, for him, there was no guide, No wisdom, rule or law... But icicles are prone to melt And soon the tiger smiled And suddenly, what joy he felt, No longer sad or wild... Once Spring arrived, the ground appeared, No longer cold and white, 'It's not so bad as first I feared! The future's looking bright! ' Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery. Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.