The snow is white,
crinkled, hugging empty branches. I sit, steady and solid, warmed up by my
fluffy winter coat. I am waiting.
Across the vast tundra
of whiteness I spy a movement. Yes, there, in a copse, behind an evergreen
tree. There again, a scrape, a momentary flicker of orange and black, tricky to
pick out against the woods but unmistakable if you know what to look for.
I creep closer and as
I do so, the figure also stops. This giant, magnificent cat with ice blue eyes and
haughty demeanour shows me his teeth. He shakes his mighty head and does not
bother with a roar because he knows his own power already. Not today, his gaze
says as he stares into my soul.
We share the same
earth, now and forever.
As he pads off into the
trees I wonder whether we all have a tiger within us.
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