Inaudible Suppression

Do tigers bite only at night when the hooting owls take flight and leave a silence behind Violence in substitution for an institution of muted minds that grind teeth to sharpened fangs teeming with saliva when tigers scheme along the stream of darkened themes that plague the trees above the knees of a predator Better in resilience and reticence, the feline prefers to dine than deign a word through a muzzled Muzzle--Duh under the moon only the wounded cry out and break the stillness She finds her prey that way, harrowing through quieting leaves she dares not weave into light Shoulders ripple like sound waves, speaking in tongues that run along bitter bark Sparked by adrenaline, dead in the eyes of the beholder Smolder with pride the tiger strides away with its prey clenched between teeth Peace in the taciturn air that shares the bloodied miasma from victim Spasms compress the tigress after the conquest as it always does Discontented in release into a fermentation of reiteration and placation for what is lacking in the night the tiger rightly stalks and stakes Silence by daybreak, she retreats and rears onto haunches for a roar Sore from the night of quiet and secret she resumes the same silence as before Silence She lays down from the sound of a world awakening, bating the tigress inside that she hides until the night but still has to fight with a muted mouth if she wishes to feed, survive--strength in reserve. Slience.