Bright tiger walking, stalking
She crouches lower, lower, planning, planning
Licks her teeth
She’s cunning, cunning
She’s coming, coming
Sparkling waters run down rocks, a-tapping, tapping
Large wet tongues, a symphony, of lapping, lapping
She leaps high golden grass, like fire, fire
Black bird flocks’ scatter screams higher, higher
Pounce! Pounce!
Carve a delicate ounce of flesh
Sweet, sweet, drops of fresh blood taste best
Warm beats the center of the heart
Bitter, bitter is the tongue
But, I save that part
For you
When You Were Mine 