The Dragon And The Tiger Poem by Jon Peter MIah

In Jungles and tall reads he roams
and stalks his pray
Undercover he hunts, to fight yet another day.
Crouching Low, ear close to dusty ground,
Aware of your every movement and
Sensitive to your every sound
In silence he waits, patiently circling the enemy's gate
To seek out their weakness and seal their impending fate.

In clouds of the heavens he saws, and new paths he seeks
With speed and deadly grace, weary souls he reaps.
To grasp at his tail is but to grasp a shadow
Bravely he dances on, where cowards fear not tread and follow.

Ferocity and cunning, speed of body and mind
In battle who is victorious, if the enemy is blind?
With a strong breeze the read it bends
Where the tiger attacks, the dragon swiftly defends.

Circular motions, fluid as the great vast ocean
Opening up new pathways, by controlling ones emotion
His tears are his honour, his motives are his own
Fear and doubt now eradicated
Like water over stone.

BY (JPM)

11/4/11