The tiger wearied by the heat <br />Felt strength was waning fast <br />And hardly fit as to compete <br />Until the heat had past... <br />He sought the comfort of the shade <br />Between the trees nearby, <br />Where he believed the heat would fade <br />So no more would he sigh... <br /> <br />How right he was, the shade was fine, <br />The breeze no more a pain <br />And pretty soon he would recline <br />And simply rest again... <br />His eyes no longer strained to see, <br />His ears no longer burned, <br />Yes, this was now the place to be, <br />Till evening had returned... <br /> <br />The sun, why was it so darned hot? <br />Each tiger thought the same! <br />Each sensed somehow it was a plot, <br />Revenge on those to blame... <br />While tigers hunt their prey for food <br />And have to eat what's caught, <br />Not one's safe in Man's neighbourhood <br />While Man hunts game for sport... <br /> <br /> <br />Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013. <br /> <br /> <br />The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br />by Stephen Gayford called 'In The Shade'. <br /> <br />More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br />denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-shade-3/
