9 April 2012
Tiger, tiger, creeping through Who can doubt your stripes so true? Through the grass and through the leaves A trail of mystery the tiger weaves.
Up above in the tree-bough A gang of monkeys, making a row. This does nothing to the one so sly, He looks at the prey, with amber eyes.
A deer, so white, so pure, so sleek Innocently standing, but it knows it's weak. Tiger pounces, bounces, attack The things we do to get a snack.
The Tiger's Attack • Opuss № I