Sentinel

A Poem about a stuffed animal I've had since I was little.

What is that at the foot of my bed?
With yellow eyes that fill you with dread?
It is the Sentinel that was given me.
Though he is not as vicious as he seems.
With long sharp teeth and long sharp claws.
He could swipe you in half with his paws.
Though he chooses not to. There’s gold in his core.
He is my Sentinel. The tiger Roar.