We Are Not Wild

Wand’ring in the jungle late

I met a tiger and its mate

And being raised to show respect

I bowed fair low and aptly swept

My arm out, to invite them past

And shortly to escape at last

 

But as I hurried on my way

I heard a voice command I stay

And turning quickly where I stood

I raised my fists quick as I could

But the tigers merely smiled

And said to me ‘we are not wild!

 

We merely hoped that you could aid

Our search to find Marina Bay.’

And breathing a sigh of deep relief

I drew them a map on a fallen leaf

And wishing them well, went on my way

Imagining what my mother would say…