Tigers on the mind

I just woke up from a dream where I was having a conversation with a quite large Bengal tiger. As most cats usually get at some point, it started demanding my affection and purring/nuzzling up to me, overwhelming me with its soft coat that veiled the feline's deadly potential. This cat, however, was different, for it started talking to me. Most cats don't do that, on account that they are either too prideful or too shy most of the time to speak to ones such as us. I found out soon after though, that this was not exactly a cat. It was a human that was able to morph herself into a giant tiger. How or why she was able to do this, I may never know. It's been about a year since we've spoken in person, so I guess she could have learned a lot since then.

I'm not sure what a dream like this entails. Maybe nothing at all. I do have very fond memories of Tigers in the place of my early days...


TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
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Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
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And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
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Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?