Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Tiger By Amanda Johansson

The Tiger

He expects his kill from his stone
Prepared to pull his perished home,
But he's apart upon his throne.

He's hungry as a lonely pup.
When he sees it, he soon perks up.
And then like lightning, he erupts!


I wrote this poem a while back.
give me a rating from one to five on how awesome you think it is.


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