The Tigress

Hi Hubbies, long time no see. Great to be back. Here's a poem I wrote a while back...

The tigress comes in my dreams
I am not naive enough to ask "who is she?"
I am much more naive than is enough
I think I know it all! 
The tigress roams around my subliminal boundaries
She often becomes rampant 
To protect her cub
Just one she has left
Did she have more? No further back story.
But she follows me through, sometimes leads me
To a jungle
And an array share market offices 
In a techno jungle
Symbolic innit?
And then I run through the offices
The young yuppie managers asking me my whereabouts
I say, I'm here for an interview
That's an instant discussion killer
They point the way to the HR room
I don't care
I follow the tigress
Oops! She's gone. 
She is obviously not visible to these people
No one struck panic
She went through them silently 
In search of her cub
It's lost again
In a digital realm
Digital but colorful throughout
And laminated all over
Laminated shiny grass and garden
Like the one described in Eden
Laminated shiny fruits and flowers
Of vivid rainbow colors
Colorman, colorman, what color...
Roar! She's enraged again
Infuriated leap over my head she makes
I stand still, frozen in shock
But when I get out of it
I realize I wasn't scared
It was too sudden a shock 
For me to process fright or not
The tigress finds her innocent cub
Trying to cross a tiny toy water stream
Barely a feet in width
One paw, two paws
One paw, no paw
Wet! 
Roars the tigress
No tiger was man enough
She's alone, 
But she is not helpless
For her baby, she can tame the lion
All by herself.  

And finally at the end of this poem
Which wasn't intended to bring me an answer
I realize it's her
The lady I once thought I loved
But I only rode the tiger.