Tigress
Her striped skin lies still amid
The swaying grass in scorching wind;
Her eyes gaze long, intently on
Her prey, that grazes in the sun.
The tigress springs, the hunt is brief
And to her pack she brings relief,
For many days has food been scarce,
And hungry cats lie in their lair.
Her cubs play ‘round her as she lies
Upon a rock ‘neath pale moonrise;
She sleeps, yet wakeful ears are perked
Through shady night to keep alert.
And dawn breaks fair o’er grassy plain,
And tigress seeks her game again.
How sure she is of instinct, eye,
And sense, to feed her pride aright.
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