Facing a Siberian Tiger
Siberian tiger, striped, brave and strong
She covered my entire car, ten feet long
Six hundred and sixty pounds turned and stared me down
I ran until I reached the edge of the very next large town
You were never in danger, a voice said in my head.
He’s just a big pussy, a pet of your weird old neighbor Ned.
But part of me knew better, and was glad I had been spared.
For neighbors like this odd duck man, I have truly never cared.
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