There's a tiger in the maze. It wanders uncharted corridors, not seeking but waiting to be sought. A shadow on the pale wall is our only warning.
There's a jaguar at the top of the stairs. It's eyes, like the tiger, are pure light. It is waiting for us to come up the stairs.
There's a lion in the ocean. It's body is heavy with the memories saturated in its hair. It is waiting for the tiger to leave the maze and for the jaguar to come down the stairs.
Paddy Dobson
6th August 2020