Giants and Tigers

It's the sound of the sky that makes him shake
Reminds him of the sound the giants make
Scrambling as the footsteps gain
And all her faces fall inside her
The child draws the jungle and its tigers
Their black stripes licking fur like fire

There's still something poking underneath
Softly sharp like tigers' teeth
About to bite what's out of reach
She sets her boy down in the swing
And pushes him up to look down on everything
The giants cannot catch him now
Even with their heads above the clouds

They cannot catch him now