The Tiger

And through the undergrowth
I did not see
The orange and black stripes
That had once called to me
 

Not a sound made
Not an animal spooked
And yet the tiger stalks
Through the dark and thick undergrowth

What makes up the undergrowth
Is scary and unknown
For this is where the weeds have grown
And only the tiger can see because he is prone unlike you and me

Black and orange surrounds me now
And all of a sudden I hear him growl
Then I know that all is real
And I am surrounded by the tiger who is very near

Heart of ice
Teeth like thorns
Eyes like stars

And a voice that sounds like thunder

And the tiger breaths
The air unseen
Rumble, Growl
And he speaks to me

He prowls the land
As if his own
And he captures his prey
Now, almost all is okay

Sharp claws dig into the soft ground
The warm breath seeps through his teeth
His star light eyes pierce through the darkness
And his golden fur like the setting sun, moves like lightning