Friday, July 17, 2009
Timber Tiger
The timber tiger is what I seek.
His stripes are bold; his bulging cheek
Is filled with nuts and seeds and bird eggs
And bugs and worms and even frog legs!
I can hear him chittering.
Underneath the steps he’s skittering.
I know if I am very still
I’ll have a chance to make a kill.
And what else to do on a cloudy day
But lie on the patio and dream of prey?
Now, for the Modulator's Friday Ark. And on Sunday, the Carnival of the Cats at Meowza.
# posted by Aloysius @ 11:55 AM 
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