The Tigress

I don' t really know why I wrote this poem, it just happened.

The Tigress

She waits alone
Calm
Hidden behind the curtain of her habitat.
She watches
Waits
Patient for the perfect moment to pounce.
Unknowingly beautiful
Her strength is majestic
She roams the outdoors with the aura of a queen.
Her fur glistens in the sunlight
Unbelievable power ripples beneath the surface.
She’s wild and exquisite, independent and cunning
Presenting to you
The tigress.