A/N Just to let everyone know, I wrote this poem with Liberty500. I hope you all enjoy.
On the Prowl
The fine dried leaves crack and crumble under my paws.
I can feel the cool wind weave its way into my coat,
As I hunt in this lonely jungle.
The need to hunt surged through my body,
I slowly placed my large paws onto the now muddy ground.
The smell of prey wafts its way into my nose.
I crouched down onto the ground,
My belly fur brushing the undergrowth.
As I stretch my long legs out in long quiet strides.
I was thankful to my orange and black striped fur,
Without it, I would be easily seen.
Life is hard out here in the Indian jungle.
Food isn't always easy to find out here, making my day harder.
And humans are moving further into my land.
Other Tigers and I must live on, no matter what!