Blue Tigers creep swiftly,
smoldering coal for eyes.
Blue Tigers like soot,
chalking edge closer,
dusting shadow behind
with quiet ripples
of thick clawed powder.
Shifting beneath the fur shroud.
Round eyed blue tigers,
stalk the jungles
of slender misting green.
Torrential and emerging
with each fresh thunderstorm.
Covertly under the canopy
blue tigers slip through
the unyielding undergrowth.
Stealth with care,
crouching deep and tense.
They burst forth and clamp down
their mighty jaws.
Blood runs cold
from the squealing peccary
filleted with hungry teeth.
And soon sealed
rough tongue
lick flat and clean,
the last droplets of red life.
Nourished and purring
the sleekly smiling
Blue Tigers.