Stalking its prey,

The viscous tiger waits,

Occupying the dry grass,

A shadow-stalker.

Its eyes as piercing as a rapier,

Pupils like black holes sucking you in,

Emerald eyes contained by rings,

A ************.

Rough,rusted fur patterned with orange and black,

The mane as prickly as thorns,

Beautifully blending into the shrubs,

A furry-warrior.

The tiger approaches fierce and strong,

Looming over a feeble deer,

As it starts to sprint they play hide and seek,

A flesh-hunter.