The Stalking

Copyright: 2/14/96
The Stalking

Muscles ripple and the coarse hair smooths
As the tiger fluently, breathlessly moves
Stalking his prey, ready to pounce
Undomesticated, every single ounce
Leisurely he saunters with every bit of grace
His prey unknowing, frozen into place
Green eyes slit and penetrate
Every uncanny motion, jaws agape
Stalking is just part of the cat's game
Prey flips and feels no pain.

Quiet and the undertaking too soon
The prey falls silently, cry of the loon
Teeth slash and gnarl his victim
Lashing and its life's blood turns dim
Boiling and pulsating it's surreal
The tiger comes in for the kill
Struggling stops and the unfortunate prey dies
The tiger drags it home, there it lies
The stalking begins and promptly ends
The tiger, king of the jungle, is knowing and never bends.