Book of Poems

In the Tiger's Eyes

Looking through the leaves and

out the forest trees,

she stands there all alone,

just waiting for the time to attack.

The prey stands there, so serene,

but the stillness is all but gone.

The green meadow in which the deer was grazing

was now a field of frightened animals,

crushing bones, and bloody flesh.

Powerful paws beat the deer, and sharpened claws

tear its meat.It gives a startled yelp as it falls to the ground,

however, still alive.

Teeth as long as the poor deer's head come

crunching down on its skull,

shattering it to pieces.

Another yelp as blood comes out, all the others

have already fled the bloodied scene.

Robust jaws clamp down on the neck

as the body is dragged away.

The lifeless body of the poor, poor deer

will not go to waste.

The tiger that killed it puts every part

to use, so she and her cubs can survive.

The meat is consumed, the bones still lie,

the pelt is ripped for scavengers to eat.

Unlike humans, the creatures of the land

never waste what what they take

and will always leave for others to enjoy.

The mighty tiger feeds her cubs and

leaves the carcass there for a vulture to eat.

In her eyes, she is surviving.

In human eyes, they are killing.