A Tiger Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A Tiger
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.
Saying a prayer for the tiger stalking the big lonely jungle, because he had looked so humble going by.
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