In the whitest snowdrift of night a shape befell me awakening my sight, From within the sheen of piercing moons glow stifling all breath from my chest below.
Who would move or dare to breathe with such a lofty beast causing fear to seethe, In that most dreadful moment; when our eyes did meet as my well-being ran sour.
Not for me she came to stare but further yon three young cubs in a lair, It was I who trespassed her azure blue glare and felt the threat of her stealthy paw-ware.
How could I run or dash or hide with all her weight holding her unspoken chide, How dare I scream empty in abandoned night what profit my voice against her majestic spite?
Barely daring a sound that would betray my dread giving up a purr as I lowered my head, As she listenend a moment to my feeble resort She herself meted out her purring retort.
At the low sounds of her cubs hungry cries she distracted from my fitful demise, And lumbered to her cubs in reticent measure laying down finally with her legacys treasure.
When I speak of the she-tiger and death I eluded people do think I am surely deluded, never tasting the heaviness of my fated she-cat and the depth of reverance I newly begat.
In the whitest snowdrift of night
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From within the sheen of piercing moons glow
stifling all breath from my chest below.
Who would move or dare to breathe
with such a lofty beast causing fear to seethe,
In that most dreadful moment; when our
eyes did meet as my well-being ran sour.
Not for me she came to stare
but further yon three young cubs in a lair,
It was I who trespassed her azure blue glare
and felt the threat of her stealthy paw-ware.
How could I run or dash or hide
with all her weight holding her unspoken chide,
How dare I scream empty in abandoned night
what profit my voice against her majestic spite?
Barely daring a sound that would betray my dread
giving up a purr as I lowered my head,
As she listenend a moment to my feeble resort
She herself meted out her purring retort.
At the low sounds of her cubs hungry cries
she distracted from my fitful demise,
And lumbered to her cubs in reticent measure
laying down finally with her legacys treasure.
When I speak of the she-tiger and death I eluded
people do think I am surely deluded,
never tasting the heaviness of my fated she-cat
and the depth of reverance I newly begat.
I have translatted this blog into Chinese to be enjoyed internationally.
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