2 June 2012
The tiger prowled the midnight forest His glittering eyes watched the girl, As she took a rose from the Florist, In exchange for a ebony pearl.
He sunk his claws in to the mud, And he watched girl as she held the rose, The silky petals the color of blood, But then she saw the tiger and froze.
She charged through to grass, But still clutching the flower, she pulled down her silver mask, And she ran endlessly for an hour.
The very next morning the girl got home, But the tiger had followed her through the field, So he sat very still, like a garden gnome, And the tiger remained concealed.
Opuss № I