Tiger

Low, gentle growls fill the calm forest air,
Peace all around with no threats to be seen,
Softly treading paws pass through the dead grass effortlessly,
The gentle cracking of twigs luring prey off guard,
With a deafening roar and a blur of orange,
Sharp claws rip through hide and into his dinner,
The tiger settles down to enjoy his meal,
Blood covering his whiskers,
Glowing amber eyes filled with pride and satisfaction,
Furious shouts as the farmers find their prize cattle lunch for an animal,
Silver death pellets flying from every direction,
Bang, Crack, Whoosh,
Narrowly missing his head he fills the air with a thunderous roar,
Fury etched upon the tigers mighty features,
Teeth bared in a feral snarl,
Farmers regretting their mistake as blood rains from above and below,
One tiger will be happily fed for a while after this,
A savage but proud grin works its way onto the tigers majestic features,
Never mess with the king.