The heat in the rainA Poem by Mel JayneIn the rain, she stalks.From the shadows she creeps, The walk from the cave had been troubled. The rain was harsh. She was wounded. On sight she had been shot, The pain had crashed through, A thing of heat and death. She had never been free. She was so hungry. She was dying. A tiger, bloody and wet, fell to the ground.
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