The Tigress

He is the animal trainer
makes even the fiercest of fierce animals
crawl, jump, stand on hind legs
just by the crack of his whip.

He puts his head between
the dangerous teeth of the tiger
pats his appreciation
waits in anticipation
of applause.

This tigress
that roamed the deep jungle,
terror of the forest,
now sits cross-legged in front of him.
Is she a tigress or what?

Someone once asked her about it.
She just smiled and brought out
her long sharp nails
hidden well under her paws
and scratched her head.

by Prathibha Nandakumar

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The style is so simple yet the impact is great. You have this amazing talent to build up the words around your theme. Loved this one, sincerely!
Someone once asked her about it. She just smiled and brought out her long sharp nails hidden well under her paws and scratched her head. the nails of truth is hidden under the shadow wildness here