Emancipated
A hunter fell into a dish
tears rolled as he cried
he banged the weapons
and made alarm for rescue
A tiger heard the noise
it covered its paws well
its face it wore dark glasses
Carefully tiger lowered a rope
slowly the hunter was lifted up
and he sang a song of relief
“At last, three days I was in danger!
Now I can enjoy fresh air again
I’ am emancipated, freedom mine!
But what terrifying moment it was
when tiger revealed its identity!
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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