The Tiger Fighter Poem by christa paige

The Tiger Fighter



WALKING THROUGH THE WOODS
LONG BLOND HAIR, BLUE EYES
SOFT SILKY SKIN. WEARING A
WORE OUT BACKPACK WITH
A KNIFE AND MORE. NOT
UNDRESTANDING HOW SO
BRAVE, HOT BUT YET NOT EVEN
DEAD. HE ID ONE BRAVE
TIGER FIGHTER!

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