You don't have to be a poet to appreciate the tiger's triumph, bringing low that which so arrogantly glimmered in the heavens.<br/><br/><em>She let out a warm chuckle at the words, launching yet another bean into the afternoon sky. Then her brows furrowed, tipping the paper hat to a steeper angle.</em><br/><br/>I thought you were supposed to be fighting someone, not nit picking my musical stylings? Or perhaps it is a special friend no one else can see, which is understandable of course.<br/><br/><em>She nods seriously, as invisible friends are not to be taken lightly.</em><br/><br/>