There’s a tiger in my house.
I don’t know where he came from.
He looks at me like I know what he wants.
I gave him my Cheerios.
He doesn’t look satisfied.
The dog is no help.
I liked it better when my muse was a leopard–
more hider than chaser.
This tiger’s story wants writing!
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