Tiger
By Sydney T. at Canterbury
My coat is orange
as a burning sun
on a hot summer day.
My fur is smooth
as a baby’s skin.
My teeth are as sharp
as a knife
My back is as bony
as a skinny old woman.
I yip and growl
at my cubs.
I hunt my prey
slowly creeping.
I snap at mice and birds.
Furry
Crunchy
Bloody
Juicy
Delicious!