Tiger, I

These stripes are the only bars
I will ever wear, for I am flame
in the tall grass, sun slanting low
through trees and hanging vines.

I am wildness creeping closer,
smoke-silent and invisible until
I rise before you, roaring red
wind-driven in the dry brush.

In the daylight of your mind I cast
a moving shadow.
In the sand of your dreams I left
a pawprint.
You sweated and woke
shivering.

I will meet you on the path that leads
deep into the unclaimed jungles
of your heart
and you will know me then.

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