Tiger

Dappled forest light on an amber coat,
Early morning mist almost seems to float,

Slashes of black draped across her muscly pelt,
Soft, but deadly, fur like silky felt,

Invisible to the naked eye, but spotted through careful searching,
Try not to get too close, though, try to keep her from lurching,

Eyes like suns on their very first rise,
Crisp, early daylight, she hides in its guise,

A gentle purr, echoing from her powerful chest,
A hunter that hardly needs to be put to the test,

She rules the jungle, she and she alone,
A predator to be feared, a legend to the bone,

Darkness hides from a tiger's might,
King of the forest, queen of the night,

Paws spread wide over rough, dusty ground,
Padding through the forest, without the slightest sound,

She is the beast that all things fear,
Killing in a heartbeat, not even a tear,

The predator watches in a misty morning haze,
Then turns her back, and leaves without a trace.