|Aunt Jennifer's Tigers.
Aunt Jenniferís tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.
Aunt Jenniferís fingers fluttering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of Uncleís wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jenniferís hand.
When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid.
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