"A Tiger Poem"
by
Tyson

A
Tiger waiting silently in the grass

behind a tree creeping unsuspectedly towards
unsuspecting prey
then in a flash of claw and teeth
of orange and black and running feet
the tiger lunges, kills, and eats
survives another day in Asian marsh
it is quite harsh
for thats where tigers roam and if by chance you wander there
you may not make it home.

The End


Story by: Tyson, age 12


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