The
Tasmanian Tiger is not a cat, a dog; is not a football team or brand of beer;
is not a vintage image from lengths of film; is not a book, a myth, a dream.
The Tasmanian Tiger’s not a fire burning bright, a tooth, a paw, claw, tapering
hairline, spine; is not an opera, an heirloom teacup. The Tiger’s not tiger
DNA, or lion; not a lampshade, not a hat for a five iron; not paradox, pathos;
not a stripe, a type February spotters spot; not a breath, growl, splash in the
bush; is not female, male; is not.
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