The cat sat on the …er… rug
(He thought the mat would be too obvious)
Snarling and spitting at the … dog,
Who sat there totally omniferous.
He reckoned a Rotweiler shouldn’t be intimidated
By a mere cat; but it gets complicated.
When the feline suddenly said “ha ha ha,”
The canine remembered he was only a Chihuahua
And that the cat was considerably bigger.
In fact it was a Bengal Tiger!
All this occurred in Devon.
I wonder if Chihuahuas go to heaven.
A Bengal tiger has an uncanny hunch
That he'll encounter a tasty beast to munch
Finding an inedible Prey
with fear he roars go away!
Then runs to seek a more suitable lunch
A path is worn
going no where
the perimeter
of a domain
enclosed by a fence.
The pride will not follow,
the wildebeest
too few to encircle
their young
shiver in a biting cold.
A Bengal tiger paces
before a closed door
awaiting
a cold lifeless prey
as broken winged raptors
long for the sky.
A cheetah
races the shadow
of its past.
The silver backed gorilla
thumps an empty chest.
The children leave
in yellow buses
believing the lie.
John G. Lawless
©10/26/2021
An oversized Bengal tiger guards my front door.
We quite rarely have visitors here anymore.
In the guesthouse live six giant grizzly bears.
Company rarely drops in to sit in our chairs.
Our excitable African lion stalks prey in our grass.
We don’t know why, but potential visitors usually pass.
I lament the lack of company, but my husband is fine.
And I know what to do with him if he gets out of line.
A feral predator
Imposing. The largest
Wild cat of them all
Untamed. Fierce. Stealthy
Ambush assassins on the prowl
Leaping onto prey
With lightning speed
Killing without mercy
Using its large canine teeth
To rip off a sizeable chunk
Of flesh, and to crush bones
This mammoth cat is no vegetarian
Using those razor-sharp retractable claws
To seize and hold an unfortunate prey
Ambush assassins on the prowl
Native to South Asia
This is also a maneater
This is the Bengal Tiger
A feral predator
Feral Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Date written and posted: 08/07/2018
There is a forest named Shundarban,
It's not similar to the forest of Bandarban.
It's famous for Royal Bengal Tiger,
It's also famous for deer.
It's time to save our Shundarban.
Tiger Tiger, your eyes are bright,
In the forest of Shundarban at night;
You have sharp paws and eyes,
You get stronger at night for preys.
When the moon starts to give light in the skies.
The Shundarban started to be burn with the fire of your eyes,
There is no hand that can stop your aspire,
Who can dare to seize your eyes fire.
Who has shoulder to you fight?
None can reach to your height.
If some one wants to you beat
They suppose to have strong feet,
Is there any hammer or chain?
In which can smash your brain.
No eyes can forget ever your style of grasp
It can compare to terrors clasp!
When you try to kill deers with your sharp spears
The rest of the animals shade their tears:
They can do nothing but to see
No one will come to attack thee.
Tiger Tiger, your eyes are bright,
In the forest of Shundarban at night;
You have sharp paws and eyes,
You get stronger at night for preys.
My name is Fritz, Shrödinger’s Cat,
I sometimes wonder where I’m at.
Within a small world I exist;
My master, he’s a physicist
Who talks of protons, neutrons too,
Held in place with magic glue.
He’s weird and in his element
Performing this experiment.
Trapped in a box and full of strife,
I feel I’ve only half a life.
My fate decided by old Geiger,
I wish I’d been a Bengal tiger !
My feline life hangs by a thread;
In two minds if alive or dead,
I muse “To be or not to be,
That, is the real uncertainty”.
His scientific articles
On sub-atomic particles,
Ionising radiation
And his famous Wave Equation
Earned Erwin cherished Nobel Prize.
I stare at him with knowing eyes –
He’s overlooked I have nine lives –
Against the odds, the CAT survives !
in India’s heat
the spoors of a lone creature. . .
leading to water
in a shallow pool
the solitary beast bathes. . .
sun pours down golden
a lame gaur wanders
near the tall yellow grasses. . .
the crouching tiger
around the carcass
two females join in to feed. . .
benevolence reigns
racing with shadows
as dusk steaks the orange sky. . .
the Bengal tiger
Written 7/29 for Shadow Hamilton's New Contest Tigers Living Free
How I Travel to the Moon
As I sleep, I travel to the moon
Do not know what to expect
Or if I will be returning soon
Surprise to say, some may think that this "planet" is a reject
I find myself upon this escarpment
Looking to the north, I see a glass building two stories tall
This is a greenhouse, and two young children in predicament
A huge Bengal tiger upstairs, waiting for them to fall
These human aliens silently cry out for help
So I intend to put my life on the line, to save these strangers
I cannot bear to see them eaten, and their remains put upon a shelf
To be certain, I am ready to face extreme pain and many dangers.
So I quickly move upstairs; I calm the tiger down
One boy, one girl; so scared, so frozen in time
I talk kind words to these kids and swiftly lead them to the ground
To rescue two kids from certain death, but the glory is not mine
William Morrissey 3/2/07
So you think you are superior species…
You think animals are below your
standards, that they are wild beast…
Well, you belong to that species
“Animal” you are not, a vegetable…
Do you think, you are better than,
the other person standing or sitting
next to you…
Well, you are not, we are but
one race, one family and that is
the Human Race…
Remember these animals don’t see
or know the difference, a snow leopard
is the same as the African leopard;
the white tiger is related to the
Bengal tiger and so on…
So why does the human race see
peoples as different?
We are all related
and should be able to get
along with each other…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012
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Bengal Tiger takes plunge
Creates his own champagne drink
Those sparkling bubbles
.
Bengal Tiger Grrreat
Excellent warrior land
Superb fisherman
camera captures
endangered Bengal tiger
for prosterity
through Bengal bushes
golden black stripes ominous,
beauty, ferocious !
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