Behind
the bar
The
shadows of the light
The
parallel lines paint
The
Loong Cai just smiles
The
black painted lines
Across
his small body
He
doesn't know what it means
It
is only a gift of the sun rays
The
play he is in
The
small cub of a tiger
Crawling
silently on the floor
Eyes
glow fingers licking
The
game warden arrives
With
his milk bottle in his hand
The
Loong Cai looks up
The
parallel lines as well....
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