The tiger rises up before the pounce <br />a few seconds of complete visibility <br />and the deer sees no more <br />The tiger feels no sorrow <br />feels no pain <br />just the warmth of success <br />The deer feels no heat <br />feels no cold <br />just the piercing dullness of death<br /><br />joanne tasker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tiger-and-the-deer/
