Prey
The deer topped the hill
It breathed in the mountain air
A tiger approached unaware
Its belly it wished to fill
The deer it planned to kill
Hunger was the tiger's only care
The deer would not have time to prepare
The tiger would take it standing still
It was the way of the wild
Of this there was no doubt
Life could not be fun and mild
Survival was what it was all about
The tiger would live today
The deer would become its prey.
Copyright © Marvin D. Schrebe | Year Posted 2013
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