Another Room
1.Him, I knew, he fell from above
one autumn night
and the tigers, hungering, rose
from their depths
to follow him into this park
Where he, frightened and wild,
ran for the trees
to hide in this hollowed trunk
never coming out and
thus escaped his persecutors.
2.
So now, jogging alone and along
the rim of the world
I am careful to look behind
for those tigers
but always, I watch for my tree.
Poetry by Charlie fan
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Written on 2008-10-05 at 01:48
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