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TIGER The Tiger is its own friend When the time comes to meet that depends On its evolutionary partner or friend For a brief moment, its silent is broken Only to move with extreme stealth and caution As quick as it came it returns to its notion It will kill without thought that is for certain Only to feed for creed and not for greed It moves with grace, and avoids the rat race Its roar is appealing and you will be screaming When you look at it straight in the face A stroke of its tongue, you will bleed to death Your feeling for life will then regress Hoping that this is a dream none the less The feeling for life you will want as a friend George Andrews |