STALKING TIGER

Slowly through the grass
The tiger stalked his prey
His movement long and languid
In the middle of the day
The sun was high and bright
As a vivid burning orb
His body moving slowly
Less heat there to absorb
Gazelles were moving fitfully
Around the waterhole
Nervous eyes were flitting wildly
As the world they did behold
A movement in the distance
And the animals did jump
The nerve ends all a jangling
Each one with quivering rump
Then like avenging angels
The tiger now does pounce
Gazelles are scattering wildly
With a death like spinning dance
And one of them is slower
No longer held at bay
The tiger now triumphant
As it finishes its prey

Phil Sanders (aka Brummieboy)
5/4/07

Thanks for the wonderful poem Phil!