Aunt Jennifer's Tigers

Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not feqr the men beneath of tree
They place in sleek chivalric certainly.

Aunt jennifer's fingers flutering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of uncle's wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer's hand..

When Aunt is dead her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will ho on prancing proud and unafraid.