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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.

The tiger who hid

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This is a half painted picture which I thought could be turned into a story.

The Tiger who hid is based on the green man myth, but instead of a human face I started to paint a cat, but with leaves hiding part of its face. I also thought of the tiger in the jungle painting by Henri Rousseau? (not sure if that’s the correct name).

I imagine the tiger protecting itself not only by the camouflage of its stripes. But also by using leaves and branches to hide. So that it becomes indistinguishable from the background. I can see the idea in my mind, the book would be full of illustrations. The Tiger would be kind and would persuade people in the end that its family should live. I don’t know if this makes sense. But it might be fun to try and put together.