The tiger...

by The Fallen Angel (David Strife)   Apr 5, 2006


It just sits tight in the same shadow
not moving a muscle, nor a thought
a helpless deer is on the field
heres where the tiger strikes
to hurt, what it loves
i can only do the same

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  • 18 years ago

    by AnnMarie

    Give more details, like talk about how the stipes blend with the grass, and how unsupecting it is. Because b oth love and the strike of the tiger are both very unsuspecting.

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