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.