Tuesday Poem: "I am a Tyger" by Michael Harlow

'I am a Tyger'

Despite 10 years

of 'talking cure', twice

weekly, such intimate

conversation between strangers,

he remains quite convinced

that he is still, you know,

a tyger

As a child no taller

than a table leg, he always

suspected he was a cat

It was the last of the litter,

Chatterwot, the family favourite,

who taught him, age 11,

to speak 'cat'

And he did. Not dog
or stag or unicorn, he knows
himself to be a tyger, 'burning
bright', in a body made strange
And of course he believes
he was adopted –...