Poetry: October 9, 2007

This reprise from an earlier poem, authored by me:

TIGERS DON’T GROWL MUCH 
UNLESS THEY ARE BORED
OR, UNLESS ATTEMPTING TO 
TACKLE THE JUNGLE LORD, 
WHOSE FACE TIGERS NEVER SEE 
BUT WHO STILL HANDS OUT 
THEIR STRIPES, JUDICIOUSLY.

 


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