You’re a tiger.
You hide
in the tall grass.
You’re a tiger!
You hide
in the tall grass.
I scritch behind your ear
and you fidget for me
Can’t I see
you have important work to do?
Go now,
defend our home
from the flitting birds
and the tiny lizard
tailless marauder
you bring home again and again
held delicately in your jaws.
-the Centaur
