A Tiger That Never Comes
I've come to the place, and now I wait, Time passes and patience lingers on. These barren lands, fertile and proud, Awaiting the one and only Tiger, he has come.
Hour and day, time creeps on, But the chosen one cannot be seen. The meeting arranged, the meet disarranged, The Tiger That Never Comes, he has come.
But not in body, presence, sight or mind, He stays, resides deep inside, never coming. When he is needed most, his help required, He abashed and shifted back, he has come.
A pity, sorrow comes down upon, Blistering the very nature of what is good. The Tiger presents himself less so than the wood, No claw or gnaw or roar is heard, he has come.
I only wish that he wouldn't come, Maybe then there would be no pain or sadness. A Tiger that never comes is no better than nothingness. And now the Tiger is forgotten, he has come.