The Street

Wed, 29 Jan 2025 01:24:53 +0000

The cool wind of the morning is strong. It blows hard against me. But the fear that surges me at the sight of the tiger crouching while it ate a huge lump of meat which appeared to be that of a cow neglects the gush of wind. The tiger has roared at a dog which is attempting hard to steal a piece of the meat. All movements are scared out of me. Motionless and out of breath, I continue to gaze at the tiger hoping it does not see me standing only feet away. Turning away from it, I look down at the ground so as to not step on anything noisy and notify the carnivore of my presence. I plant delicate steps navigating myself away from the animals feasting upon the meat. A tiny cat also attempts a steal of the meat.