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The miniature tiger spreads her toes
Stretches out warm and peaceful in the sun
Curls her tail up to rest aside her nose
But bristles her hair once night has begun

A stalker of surprising wit and stealth
Comes forth from the soft and lazy physique
From cat to feline she transforms herself
And hides in shadows to look for the weak

Silently, slyly she stalks her small prey
The thick, wet blood she can already taste
Catches the thing between her pointed fangs
And devours it whole with thoughtless haste

The content and demure house pet of day
Is taken by instinct as the light fades

by Morgan Thompson

Comments (1)

wonderful! what a description! keep it up!