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


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 2006-01-03 at 11:42

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