in the grass

was a pale grey tiger

or possibly a cross breed –

is there such a thing?

there are ligers and tigons made at the hands of captivity –

but what of you – you wild thing –

lounging on my lawn?

Is it simply that within all of us is that wild truth ?

yours is just easier to see.

yet still, illusive to touch.

there – in the grass was a tiger,

he did not move

as i dug the hole to plant the tree.

we both rest in the mystery.