Saturday, March 14, 2009

THE TIGERS HUNT

Stealthily he stalks his prey

On padded feet as soft as the mornings mist.

Closer he steps, paw by paw

He is the enemy of the day.

He catches with his paw so strong

Devours with his claws so long

Then stealthily he stalks away

Only to return another day.

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