WENT ON HUNTING
Went on hunting with revolver and gun.
I was zealous and wished to have some fun.
Took snacks in haversack: Bread butter bun.
Leisurely walked, whistling: Took a turn.
Met roaring tiger and started to run.
Lost all enthusiasm and vigor.
Trembled as followed by dreadful tiger.
Yet to make a friendship, I was eager.
I was civilised but tiger was vulgar.
It didn't care but rushed to me in anger.
Got puzzled to confront danger.
I didn’t know, how to press the trigger.
Forward - backward : impossible to step !
Absolutely no way to escape !
End of the story ? Curious ?
Answer is simple, oblivious.
Tiger swallowed me: I was gone.
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