In the forests of India, where the shadows loom, a man faced a Bengal tiger and he nearly swooned...

The tiger's fur was a blaze of orange and black, his eyes shining fiercely, imagine that?

The tiger snarled ferociously, his eyes flashing bright, the man stood tall, ready to battle or bravely fight...

But as they faced off, something shifted in the air, a sense of awe and wonder, beyond compare...

For in that moment, they both somehow understood, the might and wisdom of god who intervened in the murky woods...

The tiger was no beast to fear and slay, but a regal creature, free to roam and play...

And the man was no conqueror, but a mere guest, honored to share this space on such a majestic quest...

Their eyes met, a spark of unison bloomed, a bond molded between man and tiger, not broken soon...

As the sun began to set, they parted ways,
the man walking towards the light, the tiger quite amazed...

But, in their hearts, they knew they'd meet again, in this magical place where the tiger ruled

the India land...





© Charles Kemp