A key in the door

[Cousin Kil]

Angry as a half tasered tiger
his storm sets fires
only a roar can snuff out.
Covered heads go camouflaged,
inside our frozen forest
icicles hang like sharp teeth
until he falls, a drunken sleep.
It's then the sun rises tangerine
to warm the leaves, free to beam
we slip like otters into streams.

"Half-tasered" did trip me up a bit-- maybe just go "tasered", or something more fitting. But I'd say keep the tiger. I loved it.

The rest of this poem I loved too. The ambiguity works, and personally I don't think you need anymore detail towards what is actually going on. The "drunken sleep" pointed to a raucous home environment to me. If that's what you're after, great.

Good little poem. Keep it up.

Cousin