The Tigers Are Sleeping

The tigers are sleeping

Warm in their beds

Lazily lounging

With dreams in their heads

Sleep in the sunshine

And awake in the night

Roaming in darkness

Dozing in light

In these rooms do they prowl

And sneak cross the floor

Where no-one is watching

Except when they roar

In this house, they rule

As they slink and they roam

Their kingdom is a jungle

That I call our home

But now they are silent

With not a meow nor a purr

Tiny little tigers

In softest of fur

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

This is fantastic.. I am a cat-lover.. your poem is a great tribute to kitties.. it flows so nicely and paints of picture of these tiny tigers in my mind... thank you for sharing.. Always love to read your work!

[Kris Tate]

just lovely, the best poem about your two sweets yet :)