like a tigress lingers 
over a new-kill zebra carcass tearing a bite
as fresh and oozing with red-blood flavor
as the tigress’s lunch

to write–wallow the words 
around as the tigress does her food
chewing each morsel
until perfect for swallowing

if pen could permorm with the easiness
of writing poetry
as the the tigress does absorbing her kill;
then, pen like the tigress

could lie down in the shade.