Poem © Lesley Moss.
Illustration © Yuval Zommer
The tigress sits and stares, she doesn’t want to share...
The tigress sits and stares
she doesn’t want to share
with other cats, she keeps things to herself
She’s waiting, ready to leap
on any passing treat
ready to run fast, fast, fast
as an arrow when the prey goes past
and sink her savage teeth into warm blood and bone
She dines alone
except for a small bird who flutters in the treetops
She’ll eat him and his chirpy song too
given half a chance
she doesn’t want to share
with other cats, she keeps things to herself
She’s waiting, ready to leap
on any passing treat
ready to run fast, fast, fast
as an arrow when the prey goes past
and sink her savage teeth into warm blood and bone
She dines alone
except for a small bird who flutters in the treetops
She’ll eat him and his chirpy song too
given half a chance
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