The tiger knew the sun was hot, <br />So to the stream he went, <br />Because he liked the stream a lot, <br />Thought it was Heaven-sent... <br />The trick was just to be alone, <br />No other tigers there, <br />As if the stream was his to own, <br />For tigers hate to share! <br /> <br />And luck was on his side that day, <br />No others to be seen, <br />Now was the time lone tigers play, <br />When none can intervene... <br />He splashed and splashed and splashed and splashed, <br />He swam from shore-to-shore, <br />He picked up speed and quickly dashed, <br />All pleasures to explore! <br /> <br />And satisfied that all was well, <br />Began to glide along, <br />As if now time to rest a spell, <br />Like nothing could go wrong... <br />The stream obliged his every need, <br />The lucky so-and-so, <br />For he felt blessed, yes, blessed indeed, <br />Born free to come and go... <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013. <br /> <br /> <br />The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br />by Stephen Gayford called 'Riverside Siesta'.<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/riverside-siesta/
