Don Pearson Poems
- Tigers - For Children (For Julia Howe and to our ...
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No chronology, but here are facets:
Loving father and grandfather.
Moderately intelligent, extremely stupid, former systems analyst and former heroin addict.
I play squash, bridge, tennis and chess.
Depression and cluster headache.
I live overlooking the sea and beautiful Devon country.
Practical skills in cooking and with software but in nothing else.
Atheist ... more »
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Tigers - For Children
(For Julia Howe and to our grandchildren)
I am a tiger, roaring,
and you run, screaming, to hide
in the place where you always hide.
I hunt, heavy footed
on hand and knee
so that you can hear me coming,
cold, then warmer, then hot,
Finally, I find you and
with roars and shrieks
you are wrestled to the ground
and eaten, laughing.
Now we are tiger and cub,
together hunting mummy,
who will not hide
and refuses to be our dinner
because she is tired.