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.

In the Jungle

Copyright: 2/14/96
In the Jungle

In the heat
Birds’ call
Struggling vines retract
And monkeys fall.

Hot and humid
Amongst animals
The tiger is swift
Toward a wild foe.

Snakes and alligators
Rove with respect
Rain falls silently
Droplets erect.

Beautiful blooming flowers
Darken the sky
Small animals feed
Nothing to say.

Tigers ignore
Prey at times
Trees weep and sway
Fleeting the rhyme.

In the jungle
Different species
Operate the earth
How it should be.

Animals we've never seen
Hide and run
They're strange
Lapsed the sun.

Sounds unusual
Rent the air
We are fools
Animals play our dare.

Season's crest not
Stay's the same
No cold or snow
Relieve the game.

In this African retreat
No one speaks
In this enormous jungle
Moments are not dull.