Tiger Poem by Peitho Enthermos

Tiger



I suddenly hit the sun with my speed!
The star then scratches me with blazing yellow.
So, I roll over the evening grass
and it has given me lanes of shadow.

I look fierce, but I'm not mad.
It's a survival tactic, it isn't bad.

Monday, December 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,nature
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