Tiger Lily Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

I wonder where you got your name
How did you get your claim to fame?
A petal mane curling from your face
Vivid orange with speckled brown traces

I listen for your frightening fierce roar
There is a silence that trumpets evermore
Examining closely... fearing threatening growls
I see delicate beauty... no blood-thirsty jowls

Your ferocious reputation is exaggerated
Only your tame loveliness is accentuated
Your countenance gently lifts to sunbeams
Among the cattails near a shallow stream

3/13/08