Tigers presence

My love for tigers has been my inspiration in life I hope you enjoy this poem.

Thick ice cracks beneath the tigers paws as he travels in search of his next meal,
His eyes linger towards the northern horizon as the sun slowly descends,
Wind tussled his arctic white fur as calm growl of pleasure erupts and echos through the trees,

His merciful life is one to inspire creatures to venture beyond what is secure,
Battle scares and encrusted blood send fear into any opponents eyes,

He has no glory, no shame, and no surrender, he lives off of pain and desire.

His image disappears into the night but his presence still remains,
The sounds of the night dwellers slowly increases as the predators threat dissolves,
Balance between nature and animals align once again.
 Elly Carpenter 4-14-2011