| The Ability to Create Illusions or The Creation of an Illusion |
Page created 5/27/09
After just a fleeting thought The lightest form of an idea There it was On the table Right next to me I felt I must hold it back The tiger of orange and black A huge magnificent creature A creation of my adventure I put my palm against its muzzle Effectively thwarting its advance I could feel the dangerously hot breath I could smell the tiger’s musty odor Thankful the others hadn’t noticed the tiger Thankful they weren’t frightened, Not often in the city, Does anyone get to see Such an immense kitty But it made my heart leap Fearing the tiger would leap too The image startlingly solid even to me An image created but only me to see But wait, I believe you see it too Listen, the deep purr Get the smell, the deep vibrations Ah! No worries! Just Scratch behind his ears Get the feel of the fine fur Don’t stop He hasn’t been fed… |
