The ferocious tiger

Forest rumbles, as the ferocious tiger lurks in all directions.


It’s cruel claws scavenged through-out with scarlet blood


Its flesh-finders sniff closer and closer towards earthlings.


It’s canines, as keen as the tip of a pencil.


The fire amber eyes staring directly into your screaming soul.


Its wiry waving whiskers spiking to give out free papercuts


It patiently awaits as the sunset dies.

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