In our hedge is a tiger’s lair
It stares and bares its teeth so white
It bites and chews at abandoned shoes
And growls in the night
Even dad won’t fetch our toys
Among the bones of the silly boys
That heard a scuffling on the ground
But they went too close when the moon was round
But, in bed one dark night
Reading by her nightlight
Flo hears a loud cat purr
And snuggling beside of her
The soft flame of orange fur
of a striped cat as big as a horse
Stealing all the duvet, of course
“I do beg your pardon”
Flo asks
“are you the tiger from our garden?”
But the tiger was fast, fast asleep
He just muttered and snored
Flo’s question was just ignored