Young Tigress lonely, lost,
She trespasses through woodland pine
Encountering Samba Deer Lost.
Big Cat looks nimble, twisty-quick,
Although she stands quite still,
No surprise that Deer’s spine
Gives hint of Cat’s skill.
The yellow figure, black and golden,
Sandy boot on dirty sandhog,
Her eyes are sparkling, crystal bright,
While Deer’s stood agog.
As She is staring, frozen stone,
Young deer in water farther creeps,
Perhaps, he wonders to himself,
The hotty legend may beep.
“It’s just a guide man, hot and cold,”
Is that what she thinks?
Just as she turns to catch samba…
The big hunting figure winks.
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