The Eyes of a Tiger,
is nothing special.
It is the Fang of a Tiger,
the Claw of a Tiger,
or so I thought
until I saw,
the Eyes of a Tiger
and without it moving
I felt those fangs,
sink into my neck
and I felt those claws,
raking open my chest,
exposing my still beating heart
without the Tiger moving,
without it touching me once
It ate me,
whole
For the Fangs and the Claws
that rake and tear and kill,
begins
within the Eyes
of a Tiger
