"Feast"

Don’t bother me, I’m thinking. . .

I’d rather be a ferocious tiger,

With digested humans inside her.

They tasted so delicious,

So ripe and warm and vicious.

They were not hard to catch,

Unsuspecting in their garden patch,

Whistling and glistening

With sweat,

All wet.

They taste so good when they’re happy,

The flesh turns to sweet meat salad.

My tiger teeth will have it

Tonight. . . I feast on human beings.

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