The TigerA Poem by Phoebe KingsleyI did this for school today, so it's not quite polished yet but my teacher was impressed
His body a simple palette of orange and black,
Stripes embracing his slender figure Rays of moonlight luminating his face, As he meanders through the darkness Unphased by the rustling of leaves against his body, He swiftly manoeuvres through a network of branches A growl escapes from his otherwise silent lips, As the scent of an unfortunate prey catches on the wind He breaks into a sprint, in search of this next kill, Not to rest until his bloodlust is satisfied He is a hunter, armed and ready, Though now he waits, patiently, Allowing his victim to make the first move before he pounces.
© 2013 Phoebe KingsleyAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on March 25, 2013 Last Updated on April 7, 2013 Tags: tiger, poem, free verse AuthorPhoebe KingsleySydney, NSW, AustraliaAboutI'm not very experienced as a writer, but it's something I enjoy doing in my free time and I'm open to any criticisms or suggestions :) more..Writing
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