<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tiger Smells Blood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silently resting neath a tree, <br>Pawing at the straw of grass.<br>Eyes piercing the horizon, <br>Searching all senses alas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Resting on the cool mud, <br>Then the Tiger smells blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Tigers nostrils become filled, <br>Running toward the freshly killed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Tiger stalks through the meadow, <br>Sun to back, ready to attack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pack of dogs surround the meat, <br>He leaps into the pack ready to eat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pack filled with fear, <br>Stare at the mighty beast.<br>Would they stand fast, <br>Or become a part of the feast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Tiger snarls shoulders hunch, <br>Who would stand before his lunch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dogs bark and run away, <br>They would not eat their prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Tiger eats the carcass crushing bones, <br>He then returns to lay beneath the tree.<br>His meal digested and stomach moans, <br>He licks his paws, then smiles with glee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An old man robbed by ruthless hood, <br>Like a pack of dogs they draw blood. <br>They leave him laying in their city pride, <br>In the jungle, the beast will eat their hide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Saint+Eule">Saint Eule</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578665" data-title="The Tiger Smells Blood de Saint Eule" data-description="Silently resting neath a tree, Pawing at the straw of grass. Eyes piercing the horizon, Searching all senses alas. Resting on the cool mud, Then the Tiger smells blood. The Tigers nostrils become filled, Running toward the freshly killed. T..."></div> </div> </div>

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