Vigilance – A Poem

The tiger prowls in the reeds,

slow, deliberate

steps.

It waits for me, on the periphery

never venturing into

my eyeline

except for brief moments

when my concentration wavers

when my faith falters

when my mind gives way to fatigue.

It is always there,

always waiting,

always hungry.

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