the roar

sometimes
a roar is not
an announcement,
it is not a presence
that splinters and tames
the silence of the wild;
sometimes
it is the pause,
the resting place
of everything,
the unsaid,
the absence
of what is;
the tiger
you can smell
in the bushes,
as the silence roars
every leaf and grass
into an undisturbed awakening.