Treading On The Tail Of A Tiger

Poem By Werner Schmidt

is a bit like tiptoeing
on the toes of a tyrannosaurus.

I wish I could choose
29 chinchillas, in stead
or perhaps a parakeet.
But no, if you're born with a tiger
inside your heart, you either learn
to live with it or you don't.

See, you don't want to tame the beast
and make her perform inhumane circus tricks.
One day you might forget your whip somewhere
and become the taste of her last tongue lick.

Also you wouldn't want to see the wildfire in her eyes
snuffed out by domesticated boredom.
Death while breathing continues
amounts to incalculable sadness.

So, Werner
maybe you want to tread lightly
on the tail of your tiger.
Once you've set her loose
in a forest
you may wait patiently
for striped rain.

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