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Face to Face

Have you ever, been face to face, with a great beast?

Tigers are one of the greatest, not one of the least.

Tigers are majestic things, fighters that they are.

They don’t have wings, they cannot fly, but you’re not that far.

They are creatures of great strength, you must’ve noticed that.

They’re beautiful, smart, and a soulful thing, not just a big cat.

They are good jumpers and great fighters, that I know too well.

They have teeth as sharp as knives and eyes that cast a spell.

Their claws, like spears, sharp as life, are great for how they eat.

They eat by stalk, they stalk to **** they have no great defeat.

So if you ever, come face to face, with this great beast,

Remember what you’ve been told, he may think of you…

As a feast!

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Written by
jenna-johnston
American
Published
Nov 8, 2011
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This is an original by Jenna Johnston. If you like it, by all means write it down, but give credit where credit is due, please

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