Maltese (poem based on a tiger)


They say you don’t exist
maltese tiger, a genetic sport
I’d like to think you do
wandering hidden
in forests dark and deep

Blue and grey
with charcoal stripes
are you gone forever
or a never were
evasive cryptid of the East

Holy grail of ailurophiles
they will ever seek you
until they put you in a cage
and watch you fade away
jungle light dying in your eyes

cegl 4.11.16


13 thoughts on “Maltese (poem based on a tiger)

  1. Yay, cryptids! I loved this! Maltese tigers are new to me.

    Whenever I want to know if something exists, I have to ask first if I do. 😀

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