Tiger and His Lady
She felt her soulmate years before she met him.
Felt him watching her, from safety of the jungle.
Was not sure if he was man or beast but felt connected.
He was sure this was his up-lifter partner, but she was a two-legged.
He had been taught to fear them or hate them. He was confused.
There was a silver cord of pureness that wrapped around this one.
He watched her for years before he stepped to her side.
She reached out her hand, and stroked his head,
and they walked as one, encouraging and uplifting each other.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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