With slink-and-slide, they wink and glide,
But offer not a growl or purr.
The shift and sift of stripes alight,
As sinewy grace takes to the night,
And all the forest dares not stir.
All that's left to do is hide.
It's a matter of pride that carries the stride;
There's more to the fury than just the fur.
It's not just of claw or of jaw that leaves us in awe,
It's the grace and the pace that they carry their paw.
That, while there's power enough to be but a blur,
It's with a stoic grace that these creatures betide.
You can call me a dreamer--that I pine for their life--
But I'm not the only one who seeks freedom from strife.
And while they're out there, burning bright,
There's no shame shared in the forests of the night.
So call me crazy for wanting to be free,
But I'll say with pride, "A tiger's life for me!"
In "celebration" of getting the second half of my dual tiger head tattoo (making that three tigers I have tattooed on me... thus far), I wanted to do a little something-something in the marvelous creature's honor. There's a few references that I'm guessing a few of you will pick up on (no harm/foul if you don't), but--all-in-all--I'm just hoping it's enjoyed.
