In our hedge is a tiger’s lair
It stares and bares its teeth so white
It bites and chews at abandoned shoes
And growls in the night
Even dad won’t fetch my toys
Among the bones of the silly boys
They heard a scuffling on the ground
But they went too close when the moon was round
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Author:
emptypot (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I found this in a file of unfinished thoughts. I wrote it a while ago for a friend to read to his young daughters - but I never finished it or polished it. Perhaps it will inspire someone to add a verse
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