Silently standing in the grass,
watching the animals wonder around him,
waiting for the right time to stack.
Seeming that minutes are hours,
he makes his chose,
they do not see him coming,
until the last possible second.
running,
wanting to escape the deadly grip,
Kicking,
running harder,
hoping to escape,
feeling the nails piercing the skin,
NO,
Don't let him get me,
Help, he has got me.
the ghost tiger has gotten his meal.
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Written October 11th, 2005
A contest entry
- Write about your favorite animal by FloridaGatorQueen.
300 points, ended October 12, 2005, 9 entries
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I really liked this poem a lot. It kept my interest all the way through. Keep up the awesome poetry!!! I will re-read this poem when judging begins.
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