Mark R Slaughter


Tiger's Prey - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

The tiger steals alone in stealth -
His camouflage, a natural wealth
Of predator's keen survival.
He'll cast you down in undetected tidal
Waves of claws and teeth
To pin you bleakly underneath.

The tiger stalks in jungle shade -
His deadly silence on parade
For unsuspecting tender souls:
With perfect timing, he controls that
Pounce of deadly scope
To leave you now devoid of hope.

The tiger's handsome might is shy -
To catch his visage is to die,
For you'd have faced his brawny frame:
In brutal flash of orange flame,
Your final ounce of life a hint
That you
Were once
His game…



Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 16, 2013


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