Friday, August 15, 2008

The tiger

My only poem which has some semblance of rhyme. I think I had read a Ruskin Bond story about a panther and thats what gave me the idea to write this poem.:)

Waiting and watching
It crouched in the dark
With an unwavering gaze
It followed his steps
With soft padded feet
It stalked its prey
A roar and a leap
And dead he lay..

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