Tiger Spring

I, tiger, pad my way in search of Spring  
As silver notes from breath through tree limbs sing,
 
Its offering the gentle mist of green  
To enter in the cage of Bengal queen.  
 
This time of year brings feelings of rebirth,  
The thick sense of one's body from the earth,
 
To welcome sirens of hormonal song  
And turnings of my yearn the whole night long.  
 
The constant circle of a lashing tail,  
The rise and pitch to advertise her grail.
 
My tiger paces, growling timbres' thrum  
In hopes the He knows where the voice comes from.  
 
But when the sun is high I'll make my leap  
To race and follow tracks of suitor deep,
 
And through a cloud of butterflies & bloom  
To meet up and begin our honeymoon.


Image: "Breath of Life"
 
 
April 25 ( NaPoWriMo 2017 )