Emma Jones - Tiger In The Menagerie lyrics

No one could say how the tiger got into the menagerie. It was too flash, too blue, too much like the painting of a tiger. At night the bars of the cage and the stripes of the tiger looked into each other so long that when it was time for those eyes to rock shut the bars were the lashes of the stripes the stripes were the lashes of the bars and they walked together in their dreams so long through the long colonnade that shed its fretwork to the Indian main that when the sun rose they'd gone and the tiger was one clear orange eye that walked into the menagerie. No one could say how the tiger got out in the menagerie. It was too bright, too bare. If the menagerie could, it would say ‘tiger'. If the aviary could, it would lock its door. Its heart began to beat in rows of rising birds when the tiger came inside to wait.