Tiger grrrrr
By Claire L
Your glowing orange coat shimmers behind the dull trees.
Your hunt is like a deadly dance.
Weaving in and out through the trees.
As quiet as the falling rain.
Your agile body is growing and shrinking with every step.
But what is this?
Cubs?
A predator, a hunter, a mother.
Caring for her young.
You're all alone. No one to help care for your young.
A protective mother.
A tiger.