The Tigress Widow

For these last few days I’ve enjoyed channeling my inner Kipling.


 The Tigress Widow
  (or, a special tale of love)

There’s an Indian story which I’m told of,
A Bengal tiger in a radio collar
  Was seen romancing his tigress love

By the driver of a mining train,
Upon the banks of the mines’ railroad tracks,
  And often times out on the plain

Until, on time en train as usual,
He saw the tiger jump out before,
  The resulting strike was brutal

Hours later on his return route,
He saw the tigress standing by him,
  Her mate was dead, no doubt

He reported this to the railway,
Who reported that to the game wardens,
   Who eventually found his collar five miles away

"But, if he died on the tracks, who moved his collar so far off?"
"She ate him,"