My first poem using personafacation.
[sorry i'm a bad speller].


Twarted Tiger[Repost]




Twarted Tiger.
A tiger hunting on a cloudy night,
with keenful eyes keeping his prey in sight,
he is hiding in the long grass, crouching down low,
waiting for the purrfect time,
to deliver that fatal blow.

But spoil-sport moon watchs tiger -
with a wicked glint in his eye,
brightly illuminates crouching tiger,
to all prey nearby,
Tiger growls at Mr Moon
while shaking his furry head,
and on an empty stomache -
he takes himself off to bed.

01/11/05.



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-06-15 at 06:42

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kid
interesting poem here and a nice story i like it
2009-06-15


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Good poem, Liz...

coincidentally you hit me twice here...
I have two Bengal kittens, and your descriptions of the
feline actions hit home

secondly, when one of my grandchildren was about three
years old, I used to make up stories for her about
Mr. Moon...

I didn't know anyone else knew Mr. Moon

xxxx Stan
2009-06-15