Over the green rattan love seat,
the portrait of a tiger
whose eyes follow me
wherever I roam in the living room.
The green titled floor,
the green carpeted steps to my bedroom,
the dark nooks, the yellow sunsets,
the one candle dinners,
this is my place of sanctity,
the tiger portrait to remind me of my Taiga origins,
except back home they were Siberians, not Bengals.
That's okay, the albino makes that concession.
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