My Indoor Tiger

Golden ruddy tufts of crude and rough swirls,
sprinkled with the abrupt splashes of cream against the deep.
The uneven movements of ruffled fur,
the only indicator of his intense efforts,
shimmer with the light.
The crisp twitching flick of the tail,
breaks the still.
Sturdy eyes, ones of stone,
flecked with amber,
cold and harsh bottomless pits rimming pools of ebony,
fixed on his prey.
The moment comes where he could pounce for the kill.
However, the impenetrable window, the cage for this ruthless tiger,
holds this feline soul.
And despite his hopes and frustration
His next victim walks free.