Amur Tiger, wild majesty, <br />Savage beast of the northern frost, <br />Dweller of Siberian ice, <br />Of woodlands blanketed with snow <br />A hunter in the deepest of night, <br />My weakness is as clear to you <br />As the cold to a naked man. <br />There is no mask that I could wear <br />That would hide my face from your sight <br />Or shield my pain from your knowledge. <br />Each ounce of strength you display, <br />Whether in the midst of the hunt <br />Or defending your dominion, <br />Makes the sting of my helplessness <br />Ever more baneful to my heart. <br />As I watch your stripes vanish <br />Into the Siberian night <br />All that lingers in this cold place, <br />Is the weakness yet to be healed <br />And the envy I feel for you.<br /><br />Nate Flying Owl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-to-a-tiger/
