Poem: Little Tiger

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Eyes glowing,

Claws outstretched,

Waiting,

Waiting

Life is an adventure, a game.

There’s a new mouse to stalk,

Even the curtain is a foe.

And as the sun sets,

And the stars show their

Cheery faces,

A warm bed of soft down awaits

The tired predator.

Egyptian worshipped,

American loved,

House Cat.