In jungles hushed, where shadows creep,
A silent hunter, stripes run deep.
Amber eyes like burning coals,
He stalks his prey, a soul he holds.
With muscles rippling, power untold,
He pounces swift, a story unfolds.
Claws unsheathed, a fearsome sight,
His roar echoes through the moonlit night.
Yet, in his heart, a stillness lies,
A wisdom born from ancient skies.
He guards the balance, fierce and true,
A king of shadows, bathed in dew.
Now, turn the page, let shadows shift,
A different story, on the wind adrift.
From hunter's gaze to moonlit dew,
The tiger's peace, reflected in you.
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Rebecca Lynn Ivey
I wield words to weave tales across genres, but my heart belongs to the shadows.
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