Hi folks, I havent written much that came out, lately. This is new and
probably crazy. Crits apprec.  First of all - do tigers climb up trees?

The Tiger's Poem.

Drowsily we'd lie in the trees,
contemplating the orange light,
bright enough to hide our lamp-like pelts
in its rolling sandscape. Cats with spots
or dull and leonine, strolled around
sizing up zebra, slowly calculated
the expenditure of energy required
for a spring and a leap. Waterholes
shimmered like mirages, which we knew
were there by the tracks of animals
ready to time-share their common need.
There we'd lie flat above browsing height,
peer through the level clipped by herbivores,
thicken the shadow on a pool of land,
red sky and foliage above.

Savannah grass is green and deep,
a sea where formerly a sky
concealed us.  This is better for our young,
but we are sentimental sometimes.
A Tiger can look back, nostalgical
to think about his favourite tree,
a broad wood limb on which he'd loll
and view all comers -  Still, life's good.
So, how many cubs you got just now?
Can't stay all day in idle chat.
Some Ibex just passed by I mean to follow.

Sally Evans