The Tiger


His stripes flow like a braided river,
Concentrated with Helianthine.
The striped rays of sunshine,
Blinding me, his royal majesty.

His whiskers, dancing with the swirling wind,
His paws, pouncing on the ground
like little thunders,
As he blissfully ran towards me.

His fur, as smooth as silk,
Beautifully crafted by God using a duo of colours.
Orange and black,
Racing side by side to an infinite line.

His eyes, that could drown you in a golden world,
Filled with playfulness,
Prusten.
The beginning of a forever friendship.

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