{What do you think of this poem?}

Peace and the Beast

A state of white sleep

Like cool milk running over skin

Washed away by spring water

Cleansed, fragile and sweetly calm

Hunted by tiger stripes

The cool beauty might be caught

And dissolve, as porcelain shatters

Yellow eyes, against orange, against black

Bestiality lies in waiting

By the waterfall of her sleeping peace
Feline angst burns just beneath fur

Expectant grass shimmers in the wind

The great wild rises forth

Lunging at the stillness floating above

But the beast cannot reach

Plunging back to pungent earth

Serenity’s laugh flutters out

A single winged blossom teases

“Silly cat,” her pale lips release the words

“I am unattainable”

The tiger wanders into the woods