untitled poem by Bob MacKenzie "Who is that In the still woods singing?" - M. Lang, 1970 There is a tiger roaring somewhere To the tune of a song that we knew And 'though we try and 'though we care We can not find the tune anew. There is a tiger in our city; Still the song of the bird heard in flight Brings wonder that a note so free Should blend with roaring in the night. There is a tiger roaring out there While we wait the night's fall and his choice, His prey the bird that sings the air That is the still woods' singing voice. broadcast: Creative Minds television program [read on cable television arts show, St. Catherines, Ontario, week of April 10, 1972] |