A tiger and a dear,
slogging out: heaven and hell,
which was real & where. They won’t
let; eyes were red, voices taut.
Show the way to heaven, one yelled.
I will; I will, when time’s ripe.
A dark man barged in with a dagger
and a gun, eyes redder than theirs.
The room dropped dead as night,
a bell about to toll. Both fled,
one made for the door; the other,
for a window yawning into the dark.
Down a dark lonely path, they met,
both panting, eyes bulging.
Are we safe, I saw a crouching tiger?
I saw a dear, lurking at a corner.
© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi