Within tiger sisters
Both young and old,
A tiger lies sleeping.
These tiger sisters are
Shape-changers, were-tigers.
These huntresses
Know the secret ways
They prowl the living dark
They sense the deep currents.
Shy men or half-men
Panic, cry "danger!"
And stampede like startled cattle
Back to the rangelands
Of small-town cop-patrolled streets.
A few men
Dare to awaken
The tiger sleeping in a lady's eyes.
- Anonymous
