Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Walt Whitman
My version
Bengal Cat! Bengal Cat! burning light.
Christmas pine and summer bloom, the stars at night,
Christmas pine and summer bloom,
I ask the silly spirits, read my palm, what’s in store for me?
in hands we trust, community we bind, humanity’s thrust
more or less, we could be free, we could be dust.