I just moved both of these to my etsy shop. They languished on ebay and they need to be out in sunlight, being worn and seen.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Gilda does her own stalking tiger impression. She could listen to William Blake being read to her 24 hours a day. At least when she’s not running from the dog.