I have a Tiger
haunting, stalking, pouncing
In the forest of
my kitchen chair-legs.
In fact
I have four tigers
only one by name.
The buzz-fly chasing anus licking
foot stuck high in the air
rumble purring
chin biting, mouse devouring
Reminders
of the dark wild dangerous night
When quick death haunted savannah
on velvet/razor blades, dreaming
of how good I taste
Cat! Oh CAT!
Quit biting
my face.
June 17/2010
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