THE TIGER ON PARADE
The Sparrow and the Robin on a tootDrunk on honey-dew and violet’s breathCame knocking at the brazen bars of Death.And Death, no other than a tiger caged,In a street parade that had no ending,Roared at them and clawed at them and raged—Whose chirping was the height of their offending.His paws too big—their fluttering bodies smallEscaped unscathed above the City Hall.They learned new dances, scattering birdy laughter,And filled again their throats with honey-dew.A Maltese kitten killed them, two days after.But they had had their fill. It was enough:—Had quarreled, made up, on many a lilac swayed,Darted through sunny thunder-clouds and rainbows,High above that tiger on parade.
The Sparrow and the Robin on a tootDrunk on honey-dew and violet’s breathCame knocking at the brazen bars of Death.And Death, no other than a tiger caged,In a street parade that had no ending,Roared at them and clawed at them and raged—Whose chirping was the height of their offending.His paws too big—their fluttering bodies smallEscaped unscathed above the City Hall.They learned new dances, scattering birdy laughter,And filled again their throats with honey-dew.A Maltese kitten killed them, two days after.But they had had their fill. It was enough:—Had quarreled, made up, on many a lilac swayed,Darted through sunny thunder-clouds and rainbows,High above that tiger on parade.
The Sparrow and the Robin on a tootDrunk on honey-dew and violet’s breathCame knocking at the brazen bars of Death.And Death, no other than a tiger caged,In a street parade that had no ending,Roared at them and clawed at them and raged—Whose chirping was the height of their offending.His paws too big—their fluttering bodies smallEscaped unscathed above the City Hall.
The Sparrow and the Robin on a toot
Drunk on honey-dew and violet’s breath
Came knocking at the brazen bars of Death.
And Death, no other than a tiger caged,
In a street parade that had no ending,
Roared at them and clawed at them and raged—
Whose chirping was the height of their offending.
His paws too big—their fluttering bodies small
Escaped unscathed above the City Hall.
They learned new dances, scattering birdy laughter,And filled again their throats with honey-dew.A Maltese kitten killed them, two days after.But they had had their fill. It was enough:—Had quarreled, made up, on many a lilac swayed,Darted through sunny thunder-clouds and rainbows,High above that tiger on parade.
They learned new dances, scattering birdy laughter,
And filled again their throats with honey-dew.
A Maltese kitten killed them, two days after.
But they had had their fill. It was enough:—
Had quarreled, made up, on many a lilac swayed,
Darted through sunny thunder-clouds and rainbows,
High above that tiger on parade.