"Tiger Tears"
                                                         (I dedicate this Poem to Tatiana)
                                                               I came from far away.
                                                               A place I was free to run
                                                               like the wind and hunt
                                                               my prey.  One day
                                                               I would leave my world
                                                               and I was not going to
                                                               stay.
                                                               I was in this place in this
                                                               cage that humans would
                                                               look at me and say
                                                               "woo and ahh".  Sometimes
                                                               I shed a tear and ask        
                                                               myself  "where is my pa
                                                               and ma".
                                                               I notice we Tigers are like
                                                               humans, we like to run,
                                                               smile, cry and get sad.
                                                               We even don't like to be
                                                               teased, we even may get
                                                               mad.
                                                              Then I remember it was on
                                                              the Lord's day, at night in
                                                              the cold.  Three young
                                                              humans were taunting
                                                              and yelling.  Oh my, they
                                                              seemed so bold.
                                                              I got so mad and with single
                                                              bounce I pounce and I attack
                                                              one, the other two ran away.
                                                              It was scarey that night. For
                                                              I was shot dead and there
                                                              I lay.
                                                             No worry I am in a place so
                                                             free and I can play and run.
                                                             I am in a place where HE
                                                             lives and I even play with
                                                             His Son.
                                                                    David A. Bernard
                                                    
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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David,
You are a really good poetry writer. Keep it up!
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