In the burning eyes.
Depths behind dark pupils,
I see familiarity rise,
The wild heart’s scruples.
the slopes of her body,
aware of her significance.
Her claws sharp, bloody.
For fools, naught but indifference
Her cool strut through heat,
She claims her space,
Honouring her own heartbeat
And the stripes adorning her face.
No ego for throne or glory.
Yet, unapologetic in defending
the boundaries of her territory
From those disrespecting, intruding.
A glare of sharpened teeth.
In all her playful, artful mystery,
the ancient lands unto her Bequeath
the right to own her liberty.
Wild Tigress, my Tigress, I, Tigress.