Young Hopeful

There comes a time when tigers sense A pattern in their lives, Of being born, of making friends And adulthood arrives. From that day on, life's journey turns To take on one more quest... When everything inside them yearns To always do their best. The playful games seem foolish now... They feel so out of touch... To them, they bid a final bow, Though they were loved so much. It's time to stand, eyes open wide. It's time to learn to track. It's time to hunt at father's side. It's time to watch his back. It's time to know what teamwork means And not just running fast... That's why this tiger looks alert. He's found his place at last. Young hopeful, who knows what's ahead? Life grants no certainty! For now, give thanks each time you're fed... Enjoy your family... One day, perhaps, you'll find a mate, With offspring of your own... And with her you can celebrate... The greatest joy that's known... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Young Hopeful'.