That Grin

I was sure he went this way and I know he didn't see me but I can't find him no where I'm sure he is around I can fill it maybe in the shadows or the dark where I can't see, as I listened and the desert wind blew there was no roar no screams not a sound before you could tell when he was near all was not at ease and the tension thick as glue, sitting I think back at the last time I seen him the beast...that white tiger who whole heartily seek Life who took every blow Life gave and continued to rise I was sure the chances of him surviving Life was slim, just then I heard a sound I stood and looked to see where it came from threw the bushes I could see it was this beautiful woman and next to her a tiger who watched as she bathed in the water below if he did come this way I'm sure the carnage again would have begun, moving closer I could see this tiger was calm no worries no anger, and from the look of the woman as safe as she was she liked him that way as I went to sit I rustled the grass and both looked over to see as they looked over I stood to reveal myself to show there was no danger, she looked with out a care then turned and walked off into dark as for the tiger he as well just walked away how is this so...here I am looking for the beast and I find...this then there it was...as he turned and looked back...it was his mark that grin...