To Touch A Tiger Poem by Juana Cruz

I told my mom on Sunday morning
I know what I wish for my birthday
I don't want video games nor trucks
All I want is a tiger's touch.

To plunge my fingers into its fur
Pull on his ears, play with its tail
To lay my head upon its chest
And listen to its soft purr.

The next day
A box arrived
My name was on it
With ribbons tied.

I opened the flap
And what jumped out
A beautiful cat
With a hairy snout.

My mother looked on
As I played with my cat
And she then said with
A very wise smile.

God made wild tigers
Dangerous as a viper
But He made cats
So we can touch the tiger.