the tiger-Riley forest academy


The rage filled tiger awaits.


The eyes are like amber stones,

Mostly yellow sometimes blue,

The eyes may be red but will still bloom.


The mouth opens wide,

Showing teeth as sharp as a tungsten needle,

And a tongue with 500 taste buds.


Ruffling its black blooming fur,

That stand out like clouds,

And orange or white it may,

 blooming it will be.


The white tiger feeling like a antelope-grabber,


Ran towards an antelope like it was playing tag,


The tiger hurriedly crawled,

 towards the antelope,

 sprawling to catch him,

But failing.

One Response to “the tiger-Riley forest academy”

  1. Loved this poem.
    (I’m Riley’s mum)
    Love my boy.

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