Tiger
there are dew drops on my whiskers,
as I blink my eyes to greet the morn,
I rise to my feet and stretch and yawn,
and saunter down to the shallow lake,
slowly through the tall tufts of dry grass,
they are much the same colour as me,
but my stripes hide me further!
I announce my presence with a loud growl,
making some birds skittle and fly,
a monkey chatters a warning cry,
the cheetal look me straight in the face,
the Sambhal rushes away to a safe distance,
I am in no hurry to start my hunt today,
my last kill should last me this week,
I shall rest and watch my vast lands,
that bear my pug marks and my smell,
the golden Sun lights up my forest,
I am the King of the Sunderbans!
written 20/10/23
Wild Animal Poetry contest
Shadow Hamilton Sponsored
Personification
Copyright © Krish Radhakrishna | Year Posted 2023
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