Burning white

She would come out of laziness
Wading through the moat for us
For visual contrast for cameras.
She finds her own white boring
In a bleak brown zoo enclosure
The green water may liven it up.

We try to reason need for white
A setting apart sense, idle king’s
Sylvan fancy or a wild life love.
A white tiger might have begun
In woods not for its tigerliness
But color change for king’s eyes
Bored with a golden brown coat
Burning bright in Blake’s poem.


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