hey, you!
looking up at me, are you
the village tiger?!
*
i watch it
silently…surely…slowly…
disappear
At dusk, crossing over the bridge by the little league field, I look down to see a wild cat crossing over the dry bedrock of the creek below. I pucker my lips and whistle. It turns at the sound and looks up, pausing for just a moment, then moves surely back toward me, looking up at me, step by step, walking tall like a little tiger…and then it vanishes.
