I The Tiger Poem by Kathryn Brookins

As I walk through the earth, making my way,
I can hear the other creatures, and feel the wind off the bay.
Here I am free to be who I am, to roam in the open land.
feel beneith my feet, the cool dry sand.

Sleeking around bolders, and standing tall on mountain sides,
seeing out for miles and miles.
Life is a good ride.
My bones are strong and my head is clear,
my ears twitch to a sound, could it be a dear?
I crouch low, and move slowly behind a tree,
I know that is my prey, creator has sent me.

Yes, it is a dear that has come to this place,
If I wait patiently, there won't be need for a race.
Just the excitement of the intial game....
either way, for me, it is the same.

He is browsing and grazing the moss around,
I must be quiet, and not make a sound.

Closer, and closer yet, he gets to my hiding place...
steady, steady... wait for the chase!

Now! ! ! I swiftly jump from behind the tree,
he's going every direction, scramping to be free,
but I am fierce and strong,
he is in my hold, snap, that didn't take long.

After wards, I lick my strong paws and smack my lips.
That was a beauty indeed, now I may rest my hips.
Pick a tree large with a low lying branch,
To rest my bones and sleep to the sounds of my mother earth.

By: Kathryn Brookins