Call It A Tiger

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As it roars, call it a tiger.
Call it burning bright, black and gold –
Swoosh of fur and silent gaze, 
The thunder, fury and the thrill 
Of seconds’ hanging on. 
They weren’t joking
When they said don’t lose your grip.  

But this secret grin doesn’t care.

Published by Marushka

I dream curiosity and write words that change brains.

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