The tigers have arrived
They’re all lined up, boldly striping
the summer with the orange of their being
Uncaged, they stand with their feet planted
at the sunny side of the house
They sway in the hot breeze
If you listen carefully you can hear them
panting Sometimes in the soft night
you can see their eyes glow
This poem first appeared in the July 2008 (#96) issue of Free Verse.
© by Phyllis Wax.
Used here with the author’s permission.