The Hunt
Warm sun glided across the dewy sky
Guns ready the Maharaja astride his horse
The green forest spread his vast arms
Beckoning hunters from far and wide
The prize, a tiger in his prime
Nerves tingling the men ventured forth
Deep within the heart stood the waterhole
Silence broken by an occasional monkey call
The tiger watched their progress with interest
The jittery deer ran around the glade
Yellow eyes followed the Maharaja
Sambhar alerted the hunters of his mighty presence
Guns ready the men advanced
The tiger glided amid the bamboo
Shots ranged all over the jungle
The yellow eyes looked into the brown
The maharaja silently turned away
The tiger lived to see another day
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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