Amidst the lush green forest floor,
A creature roams with grace and poise,
With fur as bright as fire's blaze,
And eyes that gleam like precious stones.
His stripes of black and orange hue,
A pattern of pure majesty,
The tiger reigns with regal charm,
A sight that steals all hearts away.
He prowls in silence through the trees,
His muscles rippling with each stride,
The king of all the beasts he is,
A force that cannot be denied.
In sunlight, he's a dazzling sight,
In shadow, he's a mystery,
This creature of immense power,
A symbol of wild beauty.
Oh tiger, how we marvel at,
The splendor that you bring to life,
A true embodiment of strength,
A sight that fills us with delight.
So let us cherish your wild ways,
And honor your majestic grace,
For you're a treasure of this earth,
A wonder of the animal race.
About the Creator
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven4 days ago in Fiction
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