SILVER TIGER

In the shades of the silvery moon
Regal and diginfied, proud and strong, with a voice calling to you that makes you want to swoon
The silver type of tiger stalks the night
He walks in sheer beauty and might
Shining silver-blue eyed blink at you, set in a beautiful face in the hazy light
Quietly he brushes soft, warm fur againest your cheek
Then disappears in a silver streak
In the misty night you begin to seek
The source of that soft warm heat.
Then you realize he is gone now because you awake
It was only a dream by a moonlit lake.
You knew in your dreams you were safe with that impressionable soul,
who in the moon and star lit night stood tall
His name knowen as Munkustrap to all.

Zenobia