BY: HG

TIGERS, TIP-TOEING THROUGH THE TWIGHLIGHT TIME

HUNGRULY SCANNING THE HORIZON AS THE LATE NIGHT

TURNS INTO THE EARLY MORNING.

THERE, OVER THERE IS THE ROUND, JUICY GAZELLE GRAZING

AND JUST WAITING TO BE TERRIFIED AS THE SNEAKY TIGERS

DIG THEIR SHARP CLAWS INTO ITS TENDER LEGS.

WITHOUT A WARNING, TIGERS JUMP ON THE GAZELLE, WRESTLING

IT TO THE GROUND, BITING HIS NECK AS HE STRUGGLES TO LEAVE

THE ATTACK WOUNDED, BUT NOT DEAD.

TAKING THE LAST BREATH OF HIS LIFE, THE GAZELLE DIES LIKE A DOG.

A FIVE STAR BREAKFAST IS NOW LAYING LIFELESS ON THE GROUND,

WAITING FOR THE TIGERS TO SINK THEIR TEETH IN HIS ROUND, AND

DEAD BODY, PULLING OUT EVERY CHUNK OF MEAT, LEAVING THE REST

FOR THE VULTURES THIS ARTERNOON.

BREAKFAST IS SERVED!