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Hunt of the Jade Tiger
Among the high grasses he creeps,
The jungle succumbing to his passage.
He stalks his prey
the flora lending it's hue to his hide.
Silent, he moves forward.
His prey under his steely gaze.
Claws of iron ready to rend flimsy flesh.
His breath, the red hot fire of his tropical home.
Native birds screaming in the trees,
in their language they warn.
"Run away, run away, run away!
Comes the Jade Tiger! Run away if you wish to hunt another day!"
Too late; they see the signs,
no escape for the loose bags of bones.
They have been rendered silent,
Fangs and claws flashing their fire.
The Jade Tiger raises his magnificent head;
He roars, "they are vanquished, no threat.
I am victorious once more!
The invincible Tiger, the protector of the jungle."
Assaulted by the smell of human skin.
The pungent metal of blood from ruined flesh,
His muscles glisten; moving under his hide,
He fades into the jungle disappearing, but never forgotten.
