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Tiger and Hunter

Poetry By: toodles77

Whenever I read this poem to anybody they would all say that is was sad, and why I wrote it like that. I guess I was expressing my hate for people that go and kill beautiful animals for money. But I wont get into all of that. I hope you like this poem.

Submitted:Feb 7, 2009    Reads: 96    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   

Tiger: The warm sun on my back, lying, resting. drowsiness comes over me and I sleep.

Hunter: A beautiful creature, lying low, sleeping. A sight my eyes behold. I wish it mine. It will soon be mine.

Tiger: I awake when I hear a bang. A pain- it comes from my leg. I quiver , and my head falls to the ground. Blackness.

Hunter: Dead. Now the glorious creature is mine, and it shall make me rich today.


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