At the age of three
I saw my first tiger
pacing up and down
next to a stone wall.
Blazing tawny fur,
emblazoned black stripes.
Entranced, beguiled, enthralled,
I had never seen a creature like this.
Two decades later
the tiger is still following me.
(Hi guys. So this is the first poem of the new year, and appropriately it's a tiger-themed one. Look out for more poems like this coming soon.)
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