The Fiercest Tiger
Claws attached to paws
Like a spearhead to a staff
Eyes crease from the top
Closer and closer to the ground, the beast crouches
Stealthy and sly
Longing to feed, coming out as a cry
Inching closer by the quickest tempo
Each step pounding in rapid cadence
The intimidating eyes of the beast
Scanning, to finally meet the timid eyes of the prey
Locked in, now bounding for the target
Victory to soon be tied, tight like a locket
Wind flows through the fur of the beast
Ruffling the wiry, orange hairs
Elevation of each strand changing, almost like a stair
Warm, swift wind turning into a sharp sting
Pouncing around rocks and crevices
Slightly missing each one
Soon the prey finds a place to hide away
Distraught and lost, the beast ponders
"What to do..."
Pounding bounds become leisurely steps
Slowly but surely, the next move is its next test
Anything so ferocious can never know what lies next
But onward the beast can march, away and away
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