Tiger, shine star bright, (shifty) dream time in forest light.
Potently patient, sated; he observes.
Now is his time; no yesterday,
no tomorrow; only today.
Melded, welded to the fiery forests
he waits, silent, staring, breathing.
Dark yawning, his velcroed tongue lollops red between filed incisors,
pale belly upturned, stretched, a kitten demanding affection.
A twitching paw, he knows the momentum of movement
required to succeed, that moment; the pinnacle of pouncing precision.
He will appear. Sometime, later,
A veiled arrival, stealthily seeking
from nowhere, a pacing, racing, destroyer.
Marauding Demise dressed in a striped nightgown.
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