Night-Blooming Cactus Poem by C Richard Miles

Though I stay silent, innocent and green,
I’m no tame tiger, sleeping in the grass.
I have sheathed claws to catch you as you pass
And hide sharp talons, weaponry unseen.
My barbed ambition: human flesh to spear,
For, in my silver hair, as white as snow,
Spiked, piercing needles I conceal below.
If you brush past me, dare to come too near
As you sweep by me, I attract your touch.
You’ll not ignore me, for I pounce so fast
You’ll not outrun me: you are in my grasp
And you’ll implore me not to stab too much.
But in the night-time, in your sleeping hours,
You’ll see my glory; fragile, fragrant flowers.