I would say she’s my muse,
but don’t want to imply ownership.
She belongs to everyone.
She belongs to no one.
She belongs to the sky.
Once a part of our whole,
torn away in a violent row,
we couldn’t just stand by
and watch her drift.
So we pulled her close,
held her tight,
and slowly
put her together
with fragments of what we once were.
Now, locked in gratitude,
she kindly shares her borrowed light,
casting it gracefully
upon the shadowed shores
and dark meadows
of the planet
she once called home.
The Truth About Tigers 