The Tiger

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