‘The Stare’ by Féilim James

Like a match lit in darkness, it sprung

Its yellow-lake and black-island eyes

Upon us through the wire mesh fence.

 

The tiger stood as still as death,

Instilled with the patience of evolution.

We chuckled awkward with quivering breath

 

As the wire appeared to shrink.

The animal’s brawny limbs locked

In a poise readied for frenzy.

 

A frenzy we dared not wake.

The stare rendered us impotent.

All prior audacity lost.

 

Our stiff disquietude a kiss

On the ring of this blood-hungry beast.

We turned to flee its gaze,

 

Too strong for any barrier.

The image of its heart-splitting stare

Imprinted on our marrow forever.

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