Dusk covers the sky.
Dust settles on the
Leaves of trees,
That are tired.
Claws clenched,
Unwavering sight.
A tiger sits in the shade.
In a calm composure,
The hunter is now live.
Rage simmering.
Hunger in the eyes.
Waiting is the only plan.
His patience is dangerous
Than the fangs.
Flies in the milieu
Are fried by his sigh.
Birds are stupefied,
Anticipating a storm.
Only wolves howl
In distance.
They understand
The gravity of the times.
Other biggies don't dare
To breath a sound.
Mistakes can cost
Your life.
Even demons seek
A hiding.
No one wants to be
A petty feast tonight.
And that's how hunger
Of a beast smells.
No-one will be spared.
Life is skeptical
Tonight.