It's been a while since I last did one of these, but a new tiger poem has arrived. This one is a bit different in that it's about the long reported but rarely seen black tiger. There have been sightings dating back to the 1700s, but no one has ever confirmed their existence.
Gold Stripes
Hidden in a thicket,
in a clump of bamboo,
a tigress stares out
from her green lair.
The remnants of a chital,
killed on the lakeshore,
strewn across the den,
gnawed to the bone.
Her three cubs sleep
under her watch.
One with gold stripes
and fur as dark as ink.
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