Chasing Tigers

I'm chasing tigers
in the rain, rushing
past trees and
fallen branches. The
ground pushes me
forward into the night
and all I can see
are fireflies like
sunspots teasing me
in the dark. The wind
sweeps the rain in
anger around trees
and branches crack
between my feet and
the ground cackles
as it calls my name and
I keep going because
tiger tails brush past
my arms as I reach out
to grab fireflies that
leave trails of secrets
in the shadows.