Forest forecast
The tiger awaits me In long and short green curtains, Painstakingly ...it collects me In scents, sounds and the length of my shadows my feet, my heart beat- my sweat in this mofussil heat~ pruning away references, scheming behind boulders in the wild My life on his borrowed time Ever vigilante - it casts an eye on my steps, mapped by his dancing whiskers Even as I send out daunting whispers Soon enough the tiger sprang up - in the darkest kingdom inside of me! - Lakshmi Ajay