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...
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