- Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,
- Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
- They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
- They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.
- Aunt Jennifer's fingers fluttering through her wool
- Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
- The massive weight of Uncle's wedding band
- Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer's hand.
- When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
- Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
- The tigers in the panel that she made
- Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid.