I never noticed it before, a striped, with golden glow.
A picture I walked by each day. How could I miss it so?
Wrapped around its ordered frame-the sturdy, gold-like plate.
Perfectly precise inside, a tiger so sedate.
Our world is saturated with the busy and forelorn.
What a declaration of despair, to miss what is before.
Amazing how we pass right by and look, but miss the chance
Of beholding exquisite works of art because we merely glance.
Perhaps it would do us well to stop and look around.
Our eyes may fix on something that we’ve rarely ever found.