Wild Tiger (day 1204) September 10, 2014October 3, 2014 ned fantasy, lust, nature, poem a day, written I scrambled into wrinkled corners Flipping pages frantically, Leading with my one good hand As if I were demon. Like tiger I was made a crowd To pounce as wildfire upon my goal, Shrieking loudly as I moved It was my prayer come rounding zen.