The Tiger’s Hunt

Tenth Poem from Sahana – Please Read, Comment and Share.

I look from the bushes

With my eyes wide open

Not even a single time I blink

While watching for my prey.

Ah! There comes a juicy deer

Guiding a small herd

There sits a fleshy deer

Unable to move its legs.

Now I jump out and catch young deer

Ready to scratch her with my sharp claws

But then I run away seeing Mr. Lion’s pride

I run as fast as I can, leaving my prey behind.