The Tiger
I know this place.
I know this town.
I know that river
and the path we found.
I've been here before,
many years ago.
I have something to say,
things you should know.
My father and I,
we hunted big game.
We loved all the animals
just the same.
We chased a big cat
through to this town.
We followed and tracked it
and hunted it down.
When the time came
to take the big shot,
we knew right then
we just could not.
We put down our guns,
but it was too late.
My father could see
this was his fate.
The tiger attacked
with all of its might,
snarling and growling
and waking the night.
I ran away crying,
back to the hut.
My feet were on fire
I just could not stop
but close to the door,
I suddenly fell.
I twisted my ankle
and let out a yell.
Where had I dropped?
What did I hit?
The hunter now hunted
I was in a tiger pit.
A rescue would come
but not for many days.
I'd go back to life.
I'd change my ways.
I was a fatherless son
and a hunter no more.
Life is for living,
to love and explore.
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