Happy World Book Day – here is a tiger poem to celebrate!
Tiger
You who
are meant as
part of
the forest,
marked in each
sleek stretch
of soft-pawed pace
bold black
like the living trees
against the sun,
no matter
how deep
you go,
as each tree falls,
your stripes,
your bones
will also.
© Poem and Illustration, Liz Brownlee
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