Silent steps 'cross forest floor,
Steps of nothing more than lore,
Quiet padding nothing more,
Silent paws 'cross jungle floor.
Here comes the tiger, long and lean,
Walking, stalking, proud and mean;
Not ever heard, not ever seen,
He spots you first with eyes of green.
Only tigers and tiger kin,
Can smile a tigers toothy grin;
Only he has the fire within,
His heart ablaze beneath the skin.
Silent steps 'cross forest floor,
Steps of nothing more than lore,
Quiet padding nothing more,
Silent paws 'cross jungle floor.
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Poems
PoésieJust a bunch of random, unrelated poems, most of them will probably be funny or moody, I love a good laugh but I get a little philosophical. I wrote most of these poems in school, and all of them will be my own work. All rights reserved.
