Through the meadow grass, I glide on silent paws,

And in my ears are songs of winds unseen,

Their fingers strum the bamboo strings that bridge

The earth and sky, along the emerald green,

And water scents are calling softly now,

As dew on  grass gently kisses my fur

Like little kittens, and the crowd of grass

All bow with humble bearing and wonder,

As I approach the king with feathered crown:

The bamboo standing tall above all grass,

And shadows promise me their cooling shade,

Then bamboo hands comb my fur, as I pass

Into the darkness of the palace halls,

And yet with tiger eyes I see the day,

And darkness is the path of adventure

And of discovery along my way.

* By Bambootiger *

~ Peace, Love, Light & Wisdom ~

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