a pair of yellow eyes

Do her stripes

light even now like

flames india;



the air down

wind, the dry



One day we

meet, shall be


eye-to-eye, my

heart-beat torn

out my side.

2 Responsesso far.

  1. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:

    thanks Peter!
    Well smelled 🙂

  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Wow, tremendous meeting face to face with terror, and a ‘heart-beat torn / out my side’.

    The might Blakean ‘tyger’ I smell in the ‘air downwind’…

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