Tiger Poem by Verbeia 777

Tawny and black. Striped back.
Seemingly sweet, soft tiger.
He purrs his prey into
A false sense of security.

As she gazes adoringly
Into his savage, hunters eyes,
He calculates sharp claws
Piercing a too-soft heart.

Devouring the life essence
He feeds in lush frenziness.
Then lies in the innocent, deep
and dreamless sleep
That only his carnivorous kind can.

Plundered, riped apart
Death-blood oozing
over dead, dry earth.
She still, yet
desires his callous breath
upon her pain-filled breast.