a poem i know is not edited
Tigers
stripes fill my eye sight,
there the color of midnight.
the tigers eyes stare into my soul,
like a fire pit of coal.
the orange glistens and shines
beneath the stripes and lines
his soft belly is color of winter white
it pops like he's in night
the grass is green and covers his paws
and covers his big bad claws
he's gone to bed under a tree
fast asleep like 1 2 3... :) - isabella
that is one awesome poem! I wish I could think of one!
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