There Are Tigers Poem by Mark Heathcote

There are tigers, behind curtains
Every cat would like to meet
But they have to stay indoors; they're
Not allowed to just, roam the street
Not even if he/she knows they're also in heat.

There are tigers, behind curtains
That long to catch you like a parakeet
But they're too timid, too afraid you'll-
Derail their life, not know how to be discreet
How even not to maltreat & make them weep.

There are tigers, behind curtains
Rather than tigers turn into cowardly bobtails
That wishes that they could have web-feet
That they too could magic up a bit of deceit
Confuse maybe just one heart still incomplete.