The Tiger Sleeps Above
I hope that I shall never see
a tiger sleeping in a tree,
but if I do, and it should wake,
my hands and knees will surely shake.
If it climbs down I won’t climb up,
’cause I don’t want to be his sup’.
If it jumps down, I’ll run away
in hopes I might return some day.
a tiger sleeping in a tree,
but if I do, and it should wake,
my hands and knees will surely shake.
If it climbs down I won’t climb up,
’cause I don’t want to be his sup’.
If it jumps down, I’ll run away
in hopes I might return some day.
This poem is copyright (©) Ken Gosse 2024
About the Writer
Ken Gosse
Ken prefers using simple language and traditional meter and rhyme in verses with whimsy and humor. First published in The First Literary Review–East in November 2016, his poems are also in Visual Verse, Pure Slush, Home Planet News, and others. Now retired, he and his wife were raised in the Chicago suburbs. They have lived in Mesa, Arizona, over twenty years, usually with several rescue dogs and cats underfoot.
