Silent stalker,
Muscles coiled,
Ready to spring,
Teeth bared.
He sits on his haunches,
Contemplating his Prey,
Lazily, he flicks his tail,
Knowing he can take down a gazelle with ease.
Crouched,
Ready to spring,
Muscles ready at an instant to explode,
To burst forth in a blur of energy,
To kill.
It's the Eye of the Tiger.
A contest entry
- A Quickie for you(lots of options)#2 by pain is love..
490 points, ended May 19, 25 entries
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I felt great intensity in your poem. Refreshing and interesting write. Good job and thank you for your entery!
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VERY GOOD i like it keep up the great writes
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Thank you very much. ^_^
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Wonderfully penned write here; I love the imagery brought forth
best of luck to you
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