A promise and a poem

First, the promise.  It was to myself, and it wasn't really a big deal.  I made a pact with myself (and a blog buddy) to post something every day.  Yesterday I missed.  Oh well!  I hope very soon to let everyone in on exactly what was going on yesterday that kept me off the nets (hint: it involved pilgrims and indians).

Next, the poem.  So maybe it's cheating a bit because not only did I not write this very recently, but it's already been posted on Facebook.  However, I was reminded of the topic twice in the past few days, and moreover, it's what this thing is for!  The Notes section of Facebook just doesn't have the same flexibility of purpose as an individual blogspot.  Lastly, it's STILL the year of the tiger (2010).  There are a little over than 3,000 left out there.  So without further ado (except for some minor edits):

Earths With no Tigers...

...are planets
sans snow or even,
places;
worlds of ears without
a word to bear;
from pounds
and pounds of house,
we're down
to ounces of a home.

Our home, now--
a hushed no-where,
no longer
so willing to harbor
children
who have never heard
of stalking and stripes
or
fangs and fight
or really,
a truly righteous animus.

(With symmetry dead,
who will ever utter:
if only it were thus...)