The tiger, his claws are sharp and deadly.
His eyes are deep, now they pierce right through me.
His teeth are pearly whites,
Dark jet black are his stunning stripes.
He's licking his chops,
He comes right for me.
But then he stops,
And now I see.
This huge furball,
Is no threat to me.
So I stood there watching him,
Out of the blue he flees.
It's so quiet, I could drop a pin.
No one would hear, nor see.
So I walk away,
Thankful he didn't eat me.
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