Tiger

Within the tigers eye, I see a leopard 

Walking to the leaves- The Panthers play

While the lion is sleeping; I see the pi sign

As I walk past Givenchy.. The painted veil from the Phoenix- like Gucci.. I see the dual eagles behind crossed swords..

And the barocco leaves seem Versace to me...Hello darling, are you working? Stardust, Are you here? As much I wish I was painted by Caravaggio and Matisse,

I don't wonder why there are dear to me...

From Fendi Zucchino to Tamara de Lempicka, Frida Kahlo, Pucci, Louis,

Hermes and Cartier to Marshall Fields on State Street.. Puccini to Voltaire to Vivaldi..

The tiger blinks I don't wonder why she is dear to me.