The tigress watches every step.
She bides her time, she works her prep,
Stands statue-still, lest she announce,
The moment when it’s time to pounce.
The tigress watches every step.
She bides her time, she works her prep,
Stands statue-still, lest she announce,
The moment when it’s time to pounce.
Mister Bump 
I wrote one very similar called The Irony of Blood and I chose to use the tiger as my subject. Such beautiful but deadly animals are perfect for poetry. Well done.
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thank you, yes, the tiger is such an easy choice just for its extremes. And it had to be a tigress because, well, it is Int Women’s Day 🙂. Do you have a link to your poem?
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Gimme a sec I’ll try to figure out how to get a link.
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https://lrthompsonpoetry.wordpress.com/2021/03/03/the-irony-of-blood/
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Got it in one! Hopefully that will drive some readers to your post. I know – it’s not about readers but perhaps some will interact.
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Man, I justice poetry. I love writing it and I love reading it. Us poets are the greatest community imo… even you brits lol j/k
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Smooth poem, 😉 but I thought tigers were much more playful than that. Don’t they like to toy with their prey?
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I was trying to come up with a witty response to this but I am sorry I was busy last night, The closest I cane was that you made me think of Satch singing Mack the Knife! The shark… pretty teeth… pearly white!
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Perfectly Timed, Pete. 🙂
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thanks Sur. It just came to me as a snippet but I thought publishable without recreating Tiger, Tiger. Tigers evoke such wonderful imagery, don’t you think?
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Oh yes!
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