Born To Be Free
With omnivourous appetite,
across the Asian loam
she tiptoes in on felid feet
a coat of rust, fingered deep with sun and heat
not meek, yet gracefully, dripping tar
of black and white which neatly marks her form
With languid movement wild and free
in hunting mode, she prepares her task
with lynx-like eyes, that mirror death
she's one supreme illusionist
Taught by nature to melt in place,
slipping and stalking, lurking while
hiding, leaping, killing prey,
whose lapse, or drowse
will cost the most
It is her task, to pounce in great repose
with practice of her art, composed
She guides me over pathless plains,
where wisps of grass will reach for rain
If once to turn towards camera's eye
I'd capture life before it's gone
The lens will keep forever wild
It knows the cost of what we see
but only fleeting, born to be
so beautiful .... so wild and free
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Submitted for the Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
"Tigers Living Free" 8/18/13
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
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