it's the sound of the sky that makes him shake   reminds him of the sound the giants make   scrambling as the footsteps gain   and all her faces fall inside her   the child draws the jungle and its tigers   their black stripes licking fur like fire         there's still something poking underneath   softly sharp like tigers' teeth   about to bite what's out of reach   she sets her boy down in the swing   and pushes him up to look down on everything   the giants cannot catch him now   even with their heads above the clouds         they cannot catch him now