THE TIGER’S MEAL
Parading the heart of this evil forest
All alone in the scary arms of the dark night,
Hopelessly walking to kiss sunlight,
My panting heart alerted my ears of pending danger.
Suspence of a trail fastened my footsteps
As my feet makes crunchy sounds
With neighboring leaves below
Which ignited bats to migrate to safety’s bosom.
My hair stood in response to a growl,
My legs developed automatic control.
A sight of horror with two piercing teeth
Sealed an image in my brain,
It’s speed were like an angry rain,
It caught up with my tediousness
And pounced on my weakness,
I became its meal.
Poet: Ogomigo Roland.
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