• Alice LeFae

The Tin Tiger House

The steps all creak

in The Tin Tiger House

A house that is old

so old.

The floorboards all moan

under hollow tin paws

And the wood stove is cold

so cold.

A candle is lit

In the Tin Tiger House

Roars into a fire

A fire

The windows all break

With the breath of the heat

And the flames mount higher

And higher.

All that is left

Of the Tin Tiger House

A house that is warm now

So warm

All that is left

Are the tigers themselves

Who will never know harm

Know harm.


© 2023 by Alice LeFae