A mear stirring, a rustle
and a passing goes by missed.
A flash of hue, an odor
is someone there and from whence.
On the edge of your instinct
you know not to ignore it
but where, what was this vision.
They are the things of legend
minions to be feared and loved.
In truth they are shy yet strong
colored by nature to blend.
Thier pride emmence, strong and sound
good teachers, loving thier young
lords of the forest, tigers.