A key in the door

[Keith]

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

Hi Cousin, thank you for the help and the encouragement, much appreciated Keith
ps took out the half as you suggested, still needs work though.