Monster of the Arctic
Am I white with black stripes
Or black with white stripes?
My blood-thirsty red eyes throw that thought away...
For when you look at me...
DEAD in the EYES...
You have no choice but to succumb to my beautiful terror.
But don't stare too long...
For my agile body and muscular legs can rip through space and time...
You won't have time to GASP...
Before me lies your limp body....
Pale and cold...
But that's how I like my meals.
I have the patience of a monk,
the speed of a falcon,
the strength of a grizzly,
the shyness of a mouse.
Few can see me in my homeland
where I'm hidden by the white arctic snow.
And I might look "cute"
But I AM deadly
I AM a monster
I AM a white tiger.
Hosea Griffith
"If I was an Animal, What Would I Be?"
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