Tyger
The woods are dark and deep, and quiet.The only sound my rough, wet steps.
I could choose to be quiet too
But there’s some who might spell danger so
I let them know I am walking through
And to mind their own business.
My claws are soaked and so’s my jaw with
Ruby red from a prey turned meal.
My belly’s as full as stars
That can’t be seen in this thick, black night.
The only bright that cuts through it
Are my eyes. If I blink I’m gone.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-12-10 at 15:16
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