Til now, for two weeks or so has the visional carcass of night outshone the day. And twice, in two totally separate sleeps, and dreams, and circumstances (even in the dream), has a Bengal Tiger appeared to me.

Yes, there was once I awoke with the vision of a pride of lions loping across my Elementary School fields, but that was only after reading Freud’s Interpretation of Dreams – so much for wish fulfilment, aye?!

In modern terms, I lead a hermit’s life – no tv, no papers, no influence from the outside world, nor want, nor care…..

But now, the world eats itself from the inside, a world of self appointed sycophants, architects who have no business or mind in building any real truth, or future, neither for the long view of prolonging the landscape on earth, or its inhabitants!

Sorry, momentary lapse of reason; as for the Bengals, they were both uncaged, minding their own business as they have done for millennia. As have I. Face to face, I have to admit timidation on my part, to quickly glance upon familiar ground and see the black and orange stripes of nature’s finest predator perched so apparent, so close, was heart stopping, even in a dream. At no point did I feel threatened by the apex predator before me, neither her anatomical presence nor ethereal hunting skills, coat or claws, could pull me away from the safe window, the safe perch of home, where first I spied the tiger in my dream – for she was nature incarnate; the most beautiful, natural thing to look upon, perfectly honed in every way, painted by the brush of time……