Tiger

There, in the wilderness
I saw the tiger,
With his piercing, yellow eyes,
And in my fear, I asked
The elusive spirit of the good,
Or anyone, who would listen,
For protection,
But the animals in the jungle
Laughed at my naivete,
For they knew that I was lost,
They knew that I believed,
And the tiger did not,
I, lost in a world
Where believers
Are not the survivors.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz