Tiger Dreams

Black, gold
His stripes haunt my
Dreams, and the dark jungle.
Gleaming in the greenish light,
He prowls the trees, coming ever closer
Coming for me, dreaming
A magnificent meal.
Here he springs —
Death in black and gold.

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