In distant parts, almost inaccessible to man
But easy to find on Google Earth
The dark forests hide the Tiger’s trail
While the landscape lies dreaming
As weeping clouds embrace the trees
A watchful silence slowly grows
Whispered footfalls heard only in imagination
The Tiger slowly stalks the night
An elusive shape only the mind’s eye sees
He moves stealthily with consummate grace
Black and silver stripes, velvet fur entices
Sensual, soft; your fate concealed in dangerous embrace
This majestic Tiger is a rare and captivating beast
His dark shadow echoes the eternal night
Creature of the silver slither of the moon
He rests awhile, his fangs exposed in a regal yawn
Glowing fever-bright and rapier-sharp
His eyes scan the surrounds as he goes
Seeking relief from boredom and frustration
Fearsome creature at ethereal Moon’s command
On soft and silken paws he chases down the Dawn
Stand still, don’t move, and now forget to breathe
All too quickly the Watcher becomes the prey
You are the last thing you want him to perceive
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