Don’t ask what I am?

I’m not what you think

I was to be

The Tiger that hid.

Now I’m out in the open

Between land and sky

I could be a tiger

Flying up high.

I could be a kite

Streamers in the wind

Kicking back and forwards

Strings all spinned.

I am a little painting

Of a tiny tiger face

Or a cat with whiskers flaring

Out into space.