Hillary Unknown

The tiger is like troubles(bad things) in my life, they come and they go…you fight and them give in…


The tiger stalks his prey
Knowing it’s their last day to live
He stalks them
Not even going to give
Them a chance to fight
For their life
He stops and twitches his tail
As his stripes
Hide his form
He leaps and lands
His prey struggles for a second
Before it caves to his hands
The tiger is done soon
As he sees the hyenas
Laugh like loons
He turns and bounds off
Looking for more prey to stalk