Just Pondering
Savagery on a subtle wing
tiger eyes, jaws of steel
cloak of velvet, colored sublimely
nestled on a bed of flowers
the scent of sweet in his nostrils
and the butterfly, how does he/she feel,
melded with a killer tiger on it's velvet, soft back?
Stifled by an inability to fly, to soar heavenward
to caress a flower as it dips and weaves over head
how can this be done with a tiger on it's back?
Soaring Feather 06.02.07