Walking My Tiger Home

My protests were ignored! He lept and then ran, Shooting out the door At about a quarter to four. Now, he is running free. I know he feels good. Frisky and full of glee Is how he likes to be. I looked outside When the clock said five. There lay three critters And none were alive. These were gifts to me, Given that I may feed. He was quite proud To serve my need. I called out his name, Played the waiting game, Standing in airy silence Because he never came. With hands on hips, I checked again at six. There lay a mouse Doing tortured flips. I had enough of this! His behavior must be nixed. His hunting must be stopped Before another life is popped. I walked the streets Shaking his treats, Calling his name And smiled when he came. The hunting, fierce beast Now lay small at my feet In the middle of the street, Purring for his treats. My anger was released As I rubbed a soft crease. He rolled over with ease To show he was pleased. Now, a little before seven, I began some quick stepping, Heading for our home haven To shelter my killing felon. Snuggling him in my arms So no other life was harmed, I cooed in babyish tones While walking my tiger home. ... CayCay Jennings July 27, 2016