Baby Bengal Tiger

There are two things going on here
that meet at the eyes. One is a sinewy
coil of feral instincts, striped pelt, keen
new claws, an utterly alien hunger
that, somehow, looks right at us.

The other is a chaos of vertical color blobs--
violet, white, pink, red, yellow, orange, black,
blue--tumbling against and over each other
in foothills rising to a pile of motley
that, somehow, looks right at us.

Dean Blehert

Last Updated: October 6, 2002