Three Amigos! Poem by Denis Martindale

Three tiger cubs were prone to play and pull tails now and then,
Regardless of the time of day, until they snoozed again.
They chewed on nearby ears with glee when they were on the spot,
Three scamps, each playing cheerfully, and liking this a lot.
Yet soon they slumped upon the ground because of their fatigue,
And so they stopped and turned around to show that they felt weak.
When tugs of war came to a halt, their Mum and Dad found peace,
With none to blame, and none at fault, since playtime chose to cease.

Their teasing times had come and gone, and each cub looked serene,
As God's bright sunshine carried on above their gentle scene.
A soothing silence filled the air as their truce now began,
As if an answer to a prayer, that only God could plan.
A gentle breeze then wafted by, though neither hot nor cold,
Yet not one cub knew how or why such changes soon took hold.
No need to wander near or far while resting tired eyes.
Here was their youthful Shangri-La, their precious Paradise!

Mum looked at Dad, Dad looked at Mum, contentment filled their hearts,
With joy that God reserves for some, before each new day starts.
And human parents share this, too, when children fall asleep,
As if with nothing left to do, but into new dreams creep.
An hour here, an hour there, an afternoon at rest,
The three amigos stretched out bare, all energies suppressed.
They lounged, flat out! Breathed in, breathed out! In utmost harmony!
As if each knew, without a doubt, 'This is the life for me! '


Denis Martindale.12th December 2025.


The poem is about the magnificent wildlife painting
by UK artist Stephen Gayford called Three Amigos.