OLD TOM AND THE TIGER (Redux)
(a nursery sonnet)
Her keepers called her cage her “habitat,”
And she was queen of her two block domain.
Kept court in summer shade, his regent cat,
Old Tom was "jester" of his tiger’s reign.
Old Tom, would watch her grandly regal stalk,
As she would pace to gain the humans’ stare.
Old Tom would stride and match her walk for walk,
As she would smile to watch his strutting there.
But cold in winter’s bleak, she’d barely stir.
These frigid rains that made her feel so sick,
So lost, then came a rustle in her fur.
It was Old Tom with nip and tug and lick.
Old Tom would stay and play with her awhile,
He always seemed to prod his tiger’s smile.
Written by Hepcat61
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