Blue Tigers Blue tigers creep swiftly, smoldering coals for eyes. Blue tigers like soot, chalkily edge closer... dusting shadow behind, with quiet quick ripples of thick clawed power, shifting beneath the fur shroud. Round eyed blue tigers stalk in the jungles of slender misting green, torrential and emerging with each fresh thunderstorm. Covertly under the canopy, blue tigers slip through the unyielding undergrowth, stealth with care, crouching deep and tense. They burst forth and clamp down their mighty jaws, blood runs red from the squealing peccary, filleted with hungry teeth. And soon, sated rough tiger tongues, lick flat and clean, the last droplets of red life, nourished and purring, the sleekly smiling blue tigers. February 7, 1994