The free circus tiger lives in the Sal forest, cloaked in a veil of thickets. He is used to the distant burble of jeep engines carrying visitors into his domain, yet when one stops in front of him as he rests under the shadow of a ghost tree, he sees a face emerge from the formless mists of the past, one which broke the collar and wrecked the chain.
The big cat runs
an old friend now tangible,
danger approaching.
(Yes, it's the return of the tiger poem, surprisingly one of the main staples of Tiger Verse. Today's poem is partially inspired by a prompt from the NaPoWriMo website to write a haibun poem - a Japanese form utilising a combination of prose and haiku. I'd also like to give a shout-out to fellow NaPoWriMoist Sam Allen for reminding me of these prompts as I had forgotten about them of late. You can check out Sam's own haibun poem here. Almost half way now, see you with the next poem!)
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