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EYES OF A TIGER
When you look into my eyes, what do you see?
As I sit on top of this mountain top, just look out for me.
I see my target approaching, from a distance below.
A herd of gazelle running free, as if no tomorrow.
I slowly creep down from my perch, and start my descent.
I have eyed my prey, as my teeth are exposed and my mouth has opened.
My powerful paws pounce on the rocks one at a time.
Yet ever so softly, not to give them a sign.
I have picked out the enemy as I start my stalk.
I dart out after them; one stumbles on a rock.
It has broken a leg, I punce for the kill.
It was an easy capture, yet still a thrill.
I remove every morsel, from the great mass.
Leaving nothing behind except bones and a carcass.
My cubs will share this feast when I get home.
Now the vultures have come to pick at the bones.
I now will return to the rock far above.
To be with my family, whom I will always love.
We always stick together, through thick and thin.
As my cubs begin to grow, their lives will soon begin.
I am that mysterious tiger, striped in disguise.
But seriously now, can you look into my eyes?
Joe Henn
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