Part 1, Black Tiger
The tiger lies in wait; he knows what happens now
As the sweat drips of his hunter's brow.
I run from my hunted hunter
From a hate that none can counter.
The sweaty hunter grabs the tiger’s tail;
Orange stripes slip away; he fails.
Black tiger runs forward
Relief interrupted, my soul toward.
He will catch me
I am not free
One hunter has failed
Black tiger will succeed.
Copyright © Alice Woede | Year Posted 2012
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