Red Tiger

The red tiger hunting its prey
You won’t give me the time of day
The red tiger crouches in the tall grass, sure to kill
You say we are too close of friends to date
The red tiger springs his legs and hurtles through the air
You still treat me not as a friend, but a toy to play with
The tiger lands and follows its prey through the plains
You tease and you tease and you tease, no more tease, please
The red tiger catches its prey and rips away all the ripe muscle
You say we are not meant to be.
The red tiger and you and me and the prey
Are so very different
And so very much the same.

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