Tiger In the Rain
In the vast plain sits the panthera tigris
The largest among the cat species
Beautiful in black striped orange fur
Fierce, the tiger howls but seldom purr
A splendor that commands attention
Elegant long limbs gentle in its motion
She is feared for the span of her length
She is fearless, they knew her strength
In the cruel jungle where she lives
The sun shines but it always retreats
Lush greens turn into muddy sprouts
A cue on what the sky is about to spout
She listlessly walked back and forth
An action perceived to show her worth
Yet the tiger was in fear of the brewing rain
Waters from heaven brings back all the pain
However fierce, the tiger is not without fear
Mostly for her fold she holds very dear
She dreads the storm will havoc damage
When it pours its ceaseless cascades
While the tempest ravages her world
The tiger firmly stands in the freezing cold
Though this will cease just like before
She feels she cannot take it anymore
When from the rain she was saved
By a fellow cat who is more than brave
Scarred and lashed by many a storm
The lion offered hope, she gave her home
Yet the rain brings the tiger more fear
Protective of the lion she loved so dear
She knows tomorrow is never promised
She has to be strong, she can conquer this!
Copyright © Meadow Morada | Year Posted 2016
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