Illusion of the Half Naked Tiger

ILLUSION OF THE HALF NAKED TIGER The fiery furious big cat unchained: "I can't change even if I change I'm unchanged", Striped with fur even if I forsook my identity, Saffron-faced riding in it's majesty, Yawning like a famished ferocious beast, Mighty roars announces the time to feast. What remedy can twist the sinews of your heart? Survival hunting in the wild shapes your acts, Your eyes burn bright as the fiery furnace, Not all dare challenge your governance, Not all dare your terrible terrors clasp Staunch bravery bellowed by every heartbeat you grasp. When the skies water the earth with tears, Throwing down spears of rain, you strike fears, Staring with your two golden daggers, Disguise yourself in crowded grasslands to hide your fearsome war-paint of stripes. Your claws swipe off and skip a manicure; Not all of your terrible tear can a man cure. Illusion, trickery, sneaky spine-chilling, Dark-hidden wild of the legendary feline, ever deceiving, beckoning, causing preys fleeing; These 're labels of your skin; beautiful & terrifying. But a Tiger is in every man who "roars" when excited, famished or emotion engulfed and agitated. You can only hide or dry your skin and outlooks, Don't be tricked, the same beast inside still lurks. Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright© 11th January, 2021.