Poetry (Day 110): Tiger

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     Tiger

 

Old age is
Creeping up on me
Like a hunting tiger.

One day soon; it will
pounce. When I’m working
or playing
with my sons, it will
sink its teeth
into my leg,
or my shoulder,
or my back.

I don’t feel old,
but the tiger hides,
waiting
for the right moment
to let me know.

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