Tiger Cub Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Lost in the woods
I was thirsty
in mad search
for water, shelter.

Then I stumbled upon
the handsomest tiger cub
that looked at me
with fierce eyes.

I crouched down low
approached with caution
held out a hand
that made him growl.

Backing away
I saw he had scars
on his back, his paws;
he was bleeding.

I waited for the night
to slowly creep in
as he slept
I crawled next to him.

The next morning rose
he found me laying
on his side
but he didn’t move.

He realized
his wounds, scars were gone;
I looked at him, smiled;
his eyes finally gave in.