As we traveled back to our forest "home' the sun was almost down and it seemed that the whole world took on the colors of our tiger. Thoughts came of sharing our adventure with our children and grand children. Then we realized one of our mothers had prepared us for this moment by often quoting the poem of William Blake. Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forest of the night. . . Did He who made the lamb, make thee?
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