Tiger Manners
Tiger Manners
Mom makes tea in the cabin
Leaves baby on the porch to sleep
Under the canopy of shade
There in the jungle creatures have their ways
As mom returns to feed the baby
Finds it missing from the cradle
Babies flesh is warm and oh so tender
Tigers need to eat fresh meat
Rips the child from limb to limb
Nature leaves a calling card
No table manners or invites required
A friendly reminder of whose living room you’re in
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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