Whisper of A Cat
by Michelle Lange | The whisper of a cat stalking
The wind created
By birds sighing in their sleep.
Fingers of thought
Grab the gently dreaming mind.
SUDDENLY
The tiger
Races 'cross the sky
Burning brightly
Through the night
Tearing through the pulsing,
Writhing, putrid miasma
Ripping, tearing, rending
'Til all is brought to light
Crimson streaks of lightning
Run jagged through the black.
Life seeping though the rifts
Is tenderly gathered up
By the hands
That send the beast
To rip the world together. | Michelle Lange
Copyright 1993 |
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