Nate Flying Owl
Letter To A Tiger
Amur Tiger, wild majesty,
Savage beast of the northern frost,
Dweller of Siberian ice,
Of woodlands blanketed with snow
A hunter in the deepest of night,
My weakness is as clear to you
As the cold to a naked man.
There is no mask that I could wear
That would hide my face from your sight
Or shield my pain from your knowledge.
Each ounce of strength you display,
Whether in the midst of the hunt
Or defending your dominion,
Makes the sting of my helplessness
Ever more baneful to my heart.
As I watch your stripes vanish
Into the Siberian night
All that lingers in this cold place,
Is the weakness yet to be healed
And the envy I feel for you.
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