He moves with angelic grace and devilish stealth.
His shoulders roll with each padded step.
Silently, not to alarm his prey.
Camouflaged, his black stripes imitate the jungle shadows.
Hiding not in fear but in power and control, he reigns supreme.
Exuding awe he inspires us as he glides through his jungle home.
Until he exposes his plan.
With a leaping jolt, he crashes through his protective screen, squelching a young mother with two babies,
We look away in disgust-
This was a really gorgeous way to describe a tiger or other big cat on the hunt.
Sorry, but I don’t remember reading this comment of yours last year. Thank you for sending it to me.