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THE MEEK (POWERFULLY NONCHALANT AND
DANGEROUSLY SELF-SATISFYING)
In the midst of thick jungle
Monkeys swing,
Snakes coil,
Days and nights go by.
Suddenly I witness you,
Striped like sun and shade put together.
You slowly scan and sniff, perking your ears,
Listening to the creeping and rustling sounds:
You have supersensitive antennae.
Walking gently, roaming thoroughly,
Pressing paws with claws,
Moving with the sun's camouflage,
Your well-groomed exquisite coat has never been touched or hampered by
others.
Each hair bristles with a life of its own.
In spite of your feline bounciness and creeping slippery accomplishment,
Pretending to be meek,
You drool as you lick your mouth.
You are hungry for prey--
You pounce like a young couple having orgasm;
You teach zebras why they are black and white;
You surprise haughty deer, instructing them to have a sense of humor along
with their fear.
When you are satisfied roaming in the jungle,
You pounce as the agent of the sun:
Catching pouncing clawing biting sniffing--
Such meek tiger achieves his purpose.
Glory be to the meek tiger
Roaming, roaming endlessly.
Pounce, pounce in the artful meek way,
Licking whiskers with satisfying burp.
Oh, how good to be tiger!
13 May 1983
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