Tassie Tiger Dream
Striped fur moving through the bush
Jaws opening, closing, clenching...
Head slowly turns
to look at me
With deep dark eyes
A blank no seeing stare
Solitary, sneaking
Never really seen
Just a shadow
Through the scrub
A ghostly silent shape
Did I see it?
I don't know
Was it real
or just a dream?
That long lost
Tasmanian Tiger
�2004 Sandy S
