Wisps of clouds floated in the air,
Its reflection clear in the lake.
Amidst the forest a disturbing silence swayed,
Unperturbed by it, with the wind the leaves played.
Fallen leaves rustled,
Around the corner of the bush,
It ran for its life,
To not be someone else' food.
The stealthy legs carried its body,
Running in a manner brisk and smooth.
The distance lessened, the catch was near.
A leap forward and the victory was clear.
With thumping heart and bated breath,
A last attempt for survival was made,
But now escape was a wishful thinking,
Its body would be meat in a blinking.
The tiger got the deer,
the man, the tiger.
Defying nature and its say,
Man portrays irony in his own way.
