Tiger
By Benny W
Published 26 September 2024
The trees part his footsteps, stumbling out with a
trap on his his leg
groaning in pain, blood pouring out
he scurries
hides
enduring the pain
he paws at the trap
wanting it off, shoving it off
bullets scatter in front of him
dodging.
A bullet wedged in my paw
flashing lights appear
hunters take me away
I'm taken, things go dark
when I wake up, paw fine
back to searching for food.
Tiger