Saturday, February 20, 2010

Tiger, tiger


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
(William Blake)

4 comments:

  1. bunny, bunny, monday night
    in the circus of the light,
    what emotion, what delight,
    could be this another tiger`s fight?

    No, it couldn`t be...
    so fragile, but so meen,
    so delightful but so keen
    so magical, so sublime.

    Bunny, in the corner right
    tiger, and we have a fight.
    punching back, punching right
    punching until they hang tight.
    ..............................
    Miau, said the white cat
    Surprised?, you mortal rats?
    But how could this be?
    "Alone you are" they told me

    (to be continued)

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