I was never the man-eating tiger you <br /> almost convinced me <br /> I was. <br /> <br />You mistook my growls, they were <br /> laughter. <br />You misunderstood my claws. <br /> I needed attention. <br />The gold in my eyes was the reflection <br /> of storm clouds. <br /> I would gladly have given my skin <br /> for your trophy room, <br /> <br />But you were never the mystical Rajah <br /> I almost convinced you <br />You were. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Published in Cosmopolitan, September 1985<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tiger-3/
