The tiger steals alone in stealth - <br />His camouflage, a natural wealth <br />Of predator's keen survival. <br />He'll cast you down in undetected tidal <br />Waves of claws and teeth <br />To pin you bleakly underneath. <br /> <br />The tiger stalks in jungle shade - <br />His deadly silence on parade <br />For unsuspecting tender souls: <br />With perfect timing, he controls that <br />Pounce of deadly scope <br />To leave you now devoid of hope. <br /> <br />The tiger's handsome might is shy - <br />To catch his visage is to die, <br />For you'd have faced his brawny frame: <br />In brutal flash of orange flame, <br />Your final ounce of life a hint <br />That you <br />Were once <br />His game… <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tiger-s-prey/
