Tea with a Tiger

Tea with a tiger.

A flick of his whisker
A blink of his eye
You pick at a biscuit
And prepare to die.
You begin to wonder
as he cradles his cup
Will he nibble politely
Or gobble you up.
Will he lick his whiskers
With his sandpaper tongue
Or dab neatly with a napkin
When his meal is done.
Will he politely request
You tip your head to the right
So he can finish you off
Without any fight.
Will he go quick
Or take it slow
When you have tea with a tiger
It’s so hard to know.