Tiger poem
Fire shifted,the minacious tiger approached.
Its ears are curved as a sphere.
Its glowing,vicious eyes stare back into your soul as you scream heavily.
Its subtle,stripy fur streaks through the manipulative streets of the town.
The tiger prowls as deadly as its legs hurt.
It approaches as its next fabulous,amazing prey comes across.
The tiger runs in excitement ready for his next staggering meal.
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