Tiger in Ohio Woods

Tiger in Ohio Woods

Oh tiger in Ohio woods You don't belong here Anymore than a viperous tongue On a lady of any satire

You prowl but only in the rain When there aren’t any local eyes To halt your hunt. Foolish tiger, Against the soft blue sheets Your orange is all a wandering eye may see

The resident snake Could call you her friend And we may be mutuals But even she knows There is no room for the roaring tiger In our world of lions.

Luxurious homebodies Along the ocean bound hilltops May desire your skin; They’ll rip you dry, Use your tail as a whip And your blood to fill their glasses.

They’ll mount your leathered face Along their wall of dead Mistaking you for the bears And realizing your flesh Is far too bright And far too striped to be honored

You will die in vain, Let your corpse be once again A tiger in Ohio woods; Even dead you have no place.