The moment in the jungle

The tiger lurks in the tree

Powerful claws sink into the bark

Splitting it like the shadows cut the moonlight

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He crouches poised to strike

The perfect predator, hewn from the night

A sillhouette akin to death himself

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His solemn eyes gleam

Like twin pools of glittering yellow starlight

And reflect the souls of long forgotten prey

/

Your eyes catch the glare

A monster, pulled straight from myth

And indeed, you feel trapped in stone

/

As the moment passes

The beast simply rises

and withdraws

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