Eye of the Tiger
Eye of the Tiger
Those eyes – piercing amber -
So like mine
Smoldering with uncaged curiosity
I drown in the golden pools
As I stalk across the floor
Captured in a tractor beam of curiosity’s wonder.
Who is this little one
Who stands so bold outside
The boundaries of my cage yet lives in me?
This little one who stands unflinching
As I approach
On padded powerful paws of rolling withers
How I long to gaze
Into her eyes
And tell my savannah stories – homeland odyssey
How I long to hear
Her small voice tell her biography –
The jungle chronicles and fables of her life
How could you have
Sun smoldering eyes like mine?
Child and tiger never conceive the same families.
Little one don’t leave me!
Don’t depart without sharing
The feral eye of the tiger!
Little one, your memory possesses me
Through the amber of our eyes
My emerging fantasies, epic midnight saga sequels.
6-24-22
Contest: Pet Personification
Sponsor: Constance La France
Choice # 7 – No Pet
My eyes are an amber color like that of a tiger. When visiting a zoo at ten years old, I stopped by the Bengal tiger display because I love cats of all sizes. A huge, male tiger lumbered over and looked me directly in the eye as if to say: “Where did you get my eye color and why are you out there instead of being in here with me, cuz!”
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2022
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