Funeral

The gown adorns her body white,
Reminds me of soft winter snow,
That gently fell her length and height
A couple days or weeks ago.

Her saucer eyes, all shine and flicker-
as if the stars are all embed
inside her pupil's leering snicker;
She looks at me, then looks ahead.

She's a tiger, they always said,
always going, never went;
But now, today, I note she is
the stillest she has ever been.