The Tigress crouches patiently, quietly waiting for that day....when, LO! who should walk by, but her unwary prey!
With an evil glint in her eye she pounces...slashes..pins them beneath and all the poor traveler can think before death is "oh my! what sharp teeth"
Gnawing, gnashing..ripping apart, reveling in the last beat of the heart.....covered in blood from muzzle to paw, sated and purring in spite of it all. This is her nature, this is her right.....not one more thought will she give to this night.
Her kill will be found, accusations be made....while shouts of "JUSTICE" are called out aloud......yet no one steps up, not one brave soul in the crowd.
Do not take her for granted, do not ignore this plea.....for the Tigress is hate, which WE.... have allowed to be free.