The Star Tiger
Snow folds under his steps
the night hums with power
his eyes are two blue storms
holding the secret of silence.
Every breath carries light
each paw leaves a trail of stars
he moves as if the world belongs
to those who dare to walk alone.
No roar, no need to prove
he is both shadow and sun
the forest bows before his calm
as galaxies hide in his fur.
Someone once asked the stars
if they feared his glowing eyes
they shimmered and said gently
only when he smiles, for then
the universe trembles with pride.
He does not chase, he becomes
the echo of all wild things
and when he looks at you
the universe remembers its fire.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
What a beautiful poem and animal in all proportions. Good job.
This is absolutely stunning. It feels so mythic and majestic.
Love the image and your words complement it perfectly