The Strength Of The Tiger Poem by Zoe Guillory
The Strength Of The Tiger
I sat alone, watching the children
pass by holding hands
with their parents and pointing
eagerly at the tiger.
He sat alone.
He lay in the tall grass,
sun-kissed fur glistening
as he licked a massive paw.
He could kill me with one blow,
and yet there was a single
fence between us.
He stayed inside.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
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