Tiger, tiger!

Tiger Tiger, burning bright, 

In the forests of the night; 

What immortal hand or eye, 

Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

In what distant deeps or skies. 

Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 

On what wings dare he aspire? 

What the hand, dare seize the fire? 

And what shoulder, & what art, 

Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 

And when thy heart began to beat, 

What dread hand? & what dread feet? 

What the hammer? what the chain, 

In what furnace was thy brain? 

What the anvil? what dread grasp, 

Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 

When the stars threw down their spears 

And water'd heaven with their tears: 

Did he smile his work to see? 

Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 

Tiger Tiger burning bright, 

In the forests of the night: 

What immortal hand or eye, 

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

      William Blake

Another amazing experience hugging these huge beasts!  

The two month old babies didn't seem quite as frightening! 

 Really just big kittens! 

They played and interacted just like cats....although big cats and I'm pretty sure he would

have completely torn up this piece of wood if given the chance.

 But how could you not love a little striped face like this?