Tiger

Tiger’s tale swishing
the jungle heat.
Sharp swift twitch
of muscle.
Yellow eyes
watching
always watching.
Waiting
to capture
me.
Boneless grace
hiding sudden
fury of motion.
Whiskers
tasting the air
for scent of play.
Come cruel beast
eat me whole
with your rough tongue
tasting,
willing resistance,
yet receiving none.


“In the first line of the poem, I’ve spelled ‘tale’ wrong on purpose.
It’s a small attempt at word play. I hope it comes across as I’ve
meant it too.”