Thursday, September 24, 2015

Tell Me, Tiger

Tell me, Tiger, what the hunter dreams
when he falls asleep at fire
careless
of the kill purr
in his throat.

sharpened stick
in his slackened hand
soft breath
rising, falling

He dreams of wearing tiger skin,
but he won't.

Inspired by Tiger by Mohammed Jamil and submitted to Real Toads

15 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the opening question, how it creates conversation between speaker and tiger. Thus is such a beautiful poem. Thanks, MZ.

Fireblossom said...

I agree with Kerry, I love the opening, and also the close.

Sylvia K said...

Love it!! As always!!! You do make my day, MZ!! Thank you -- as always!! Have a great weekend!!

Hannah said...

LOVE your brevity always!! Awesome close. :)

kaykuala said...

You present a gem in not so many words,MZ!

Hank

Sherry Blue Sky said...

No, he wont. If he tried, the skin itself would shun him.

Susan said...

Better sleep and dream and hope to wake up.

hedgewitch said...

I like how you took the sorrow and beauty in the original poem and changed the subject and object so that the Tiger is victorious. As it should be, since the bullet is a cheat, and the sharpened stick, our honest tool, completely useless.

georgeplaceblog said...

Quite ominous - I think the tiger will not be hungry tonight.

brudberg said...

and oh for that fearsome symmetry...

De said...

Just wonderful.

Rommy said...

Oh this gave me a much needed grin! I loved the riddle and the wicked punch line.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Very timely, as lion hunters & poachers become public pariahs. I think tigers are closer to extinction than lions though. Very nice take on the student prompt; like the lines /careless/of the kill purr/in his throat/.

Margaret said...

Tell me, how does the hunter taste? This is so splendidly written.

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh my...great twist on the hunter/hunted theme.