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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stealth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The tiger's tail swished left and right, to signal his concern.<br>The easy prey was in his sight, if startled, it would turn...<br>The tiger's whiskers twitched as well, with tension-troubled verve.<br>He stood transfixed, as in a spell, as if he'd lost his nerve.<br>By stealth, at first, the hunt began - his wild eyes stared ahead<br>And step-by-step, he formed his plan, in case his victim fled.<br>Escape routes noted, here and there, the obstacles nearby...<br>The times to leap up in the air and for a short time fly...<br>All his skills and his behaviour meant conscience was denied...<br>All the odds seemed in his favour. The fates seemed on his side.<br>He stood alone, no-one to blame, his burden, win or lose...<br>His heart was stone, his eyes aflame, the moment, his to choose...<br>The time was near, one minute more, the countdown now in force...<br>His every heartbeat keeping score, like tremblings in his paws...<br>What happened next was just a blur... A total pantomime...<br>All he could do was simply grrr! 'Cos he messed up, big time! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=367570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The poem is based on the magnificent painting<br>by Stephen Gayford called 'Stealth'.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a></strong></div>