Tigers~

Tigers~

Hunger has been stolen from his eyes
so he lays fat and sassy
a yawn replaces his fierce roar
sprawled out
before an open cage door

a majestic and feared beast
simply rests
on a fresh straw nest

I wonder if he ponders his youth
his days in the jungle
back when he sought to kill
now he searches for a freindly hand's feel

I recall the tiger
as I ride a train home
from the battle fields
anxious to have
my hunger stolen from me
as I roar with the pain
of where I have been