Guard His Light (a story of a tiger and his boy)

The only one who would listen as I told stories of jungle expeditions
Deep where trees soared high and the bush was lush and green
The sun would blaze casting a sweltering haze that choked a gaze
Hunters gathered, sporting rifles loaded, my curiosity goaded
Followed along listening to their song, sung of trophies snared, winded stories made long
Practice shots taken at monkeys dangling from branches dropped and left to rot
Train of guides packed like mules, carrying sacks that clanked with one ahead who tracked
Mumbo-Jumbo words they only know, close they are for what they came for
A moment frozen in time as the sounds of the jungle paused they hushed in mime
The one with the rifle turned, sweat beading down his face that glazed his steely eyes
No one moved or dared as they stared at me, the prize
A rhythmic purr escaped long and loud as I screeched out a growl to claim my ground
Fangs exposed, claws extended, tail down and ready to pounce and bounce
Fired a shot, it startled my heart, it pissed me off, as I attacked, the mules ran off
The man dressed in khakis readied again but failed to cock and shoot
As I grabbed hold of a leg and pierced his flesh, drawing blood and screams
He cried like a baby, hungry and lost, I tossed him about in a frenzy
Ripping apart with razor sharp claws, biting down hard snapping his neck I heard applause
My best friend in the whole wide world smiled at me with glee
My little boy, the only one who would listen as I told stories of jungle expeditions
He was real to me you see, this little boy who cried in his sleep
He never spoke but his eyes dreamed the stories I told
Of killing the hunter who killed for sport
Before he curled into a ball for the night, he gave me a hug as I promised to guard his light


12 thoughts on “Guard His Light (a story of a tiger and his boy)

  1. I never read this one. I absolutely love it. While I was reading, the soundtrack from Dances with Wolves was playing. The scene where he is alone dancing around the fire – it made me shiver. So good, A ❀️

    1. I remember that scene. All alone or so he thought. Dancing freely like no one is watching. Like a boy without a care in the world. Out in nature, under sun, sky, stars and moon.
      Sad, sad movie

      Thanks for dropping in Rita, always is my Honour RMHπŸ™βž°β€οΈ

    1. Serious question. Any critique you have on this poem would be appreciated. Just seems like something is off. If you have time, email me your thoughts Oscar. Yeah? Cool? haha πŸ™

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