RoseAnn V. Shawiak Tiger Poems

A tiger stalking prey in the jungle passed by and I saw his yellow eyes.
Like two lamps they glittered past and sank deep into the tangled mess for a place to rest.
Those four weary feet treaded on and I was alone again.
Although my heart raced on as I slid into bed that night.
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Settling into depths of livelihood, seeking avenues of truth,
finding roads to an existence free of abuse, torture, evil,
racism and intolerance.
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