The Tigers Eye

My Canon SLR, is set, night light on, but it’s only still dusk Positioned waiting hoping for the promised elephant with tusk Crouching low a rustling in the hot scrub grass close by I turn slowly hoping, but look straight into a tigers golden eye… An overpowering smell my nostrils do detect A deathly smell of blood, on my life I do reflect The eye of the tiger with its golden hue He seems so neat, almost manicured too… The white stripes round his wide open eyes The crackle of dry grass, the buzz of the flies The sweat does drip, down my nose My heart beats fast, the shutter won’t close. His small ears on such a large head do mesmerise me The long, long whiskers twitch, so I believe it is a he. Do I move? Do I breathe? What am I to do? A tiger with black pupils, why didn't I bring a crew. Looking through my lens, I see his nose twitch a little bit I am on his menu it was then the shutter did click I’m drenched in sweat; he lowers to pounce, this will be goodbye My prayers are said, my life relived, I know it’s time to die… Straight through the lens, but what I really did not see He’s looking to my side, my prayers are answered it isn't me A sigh escapes, I dare to breathe, I turn as slowly as I dare… That’s when I spot a flock of gazelle; one of them will be his fare © 26/11/2012 ~GG~ Contest Entry for: Viewing Life Through A Lens