My Tigress


Those brightly painted claws and witty teeth for?
Sometimes to caress the endearing; sometimes to strike a sweeping blow
Is she the Tigress??

She, who blends herself through the grasslands of chaos, yes, with a stealthy move
She, who swims across the swampy river, with her astounding strength
Is she the Tigress??

She, who mends her way on her toes, O yes, with a beautiful rhythmic gait
She, who knows to survive the scorching life fire, is wise and wary of the flames
She, who got her instincts right, to go for her kill; an exemplary and lasting one
Is she the Tigress??

She prepares her hind legs for an impressive jump
Her waggly tail is absolutely still… now to give her grasp
A singular moment away from the beginning of celebratory Saga…
She, who is strong and confident, fluidic and dynamic, beautiful and brave, leaps for it now…

Yes, she is my TIGRESS

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