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Baffled Tiger

From shadowy greenery, about to unfold
into dappled sunlight, flashing gold,
erupts a horrific roar of murderous sounds.
Chattering rifles and mortar rounds
explode the quiet into death and screams.
As sunbeams dance, glitter and gleam
from bleeding flesh and shattered bone,
bodies fall, quiver, and moan.
Not far away a tiger holds still
crouched above her freshly caught kill.
When the fury of the nearby fray
shudders to an end and fades away,
she cautiously sniffs the ominous air
then quietly ghosts away from there.
As the sound of distant choppers rise
she glances back with wondering eyes.
The sophisticated ways of men
are far beyond her feral ken.
©Thurman P. Woodfork
2 August 2002

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