<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>White Menace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bright white tiger stood his ground, <br>Surveying here and there...<br>His forehead looked as if he frowned, <br>So tense and full of care.<br>Like Indians with warpaint on, <br>His face was one to fear.<br>Like fur with tattoos etched upon, <br>He'd won his stripes, my dear...<br>This wondrous creature made me pause...<br>As if to memorise...<br>As if forgetting teeth and claws<br>And only seeing eyes...<br>Those eyes, like circles of the soul...<br>Like marbles of the mind...<br>Those eyes, like sapphires, dark as coal...<br>And yet what lurked behind? <br>While beauty glorified this beast, <br>I knew his nature well.<br>I'd seen him hunt, I'd seen him feast...<br>The tales that I could tell! <br>For now, I watched him silently, <br>Because he didn't know.<br>If he found out, then certainly, <br>That was the time to go.<br>How long would tigers like him last? <br>So wondrous to behold! <br>Ferocious, feisty and so fast, <br>With callous heart so cold.<br>Not one of us is meant to stay...<br>We're born, we live, we die.<br>To live and let live, that's my way.<br>Let others judge, not I...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The poem is based on the magnificent painting<br>by Stephen Gayford called 'White Menace'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367889" data-title="White Menace de Denis Martindale" data-description="The bright white tiger stood his ground, Surveying here and there... His forehead looked as if he frowned, So tense and full of care. Like Indians with warpaint on, His face was one to fear. Like fur with tattoos etched upon, He'd won his stri..."></div> </div> </div>

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