Wide eyes scared and vulnerable,
her head bowed down to graze.
The young gazelle is safely
under Tiger's watchful gaze.
His eyes on the horizon,
ever alert to danger.
Shielding from a distance
until it's time to claim her.
She glances up, eyes seek eyes;
as they meet, he's chosen.
Graceful moves, the dance begins.
His stare holds her, frozen.
Purposefully approaches her,
certain in his advance.
Reaches out and mouth meets neck,
her body yields to trance.
Teeth tenderly pierce her throat,
he carries her away
to the palace he has made
to keep others at bay.
Delights in the weight of her,
in holding her like this.
Gently lays her on soft grass
as he deepens his kiss.
Jaw widens and he moves more
until his mouth is filled
with warm, young flesh of his gazelle.
Lovingly, she's killed.
She's protected within paws,
he's underneath her spell.
Consuming, they become one,
Tiger and his Gazelle.
Gold trophy winner
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