“Poetry by David Berlevy"

The Fox

A furry brown fox lies contently on the lawn,
In our back garden, I remember since it was born,
Its mother seems to have left the fox alone
To fend for itself the cub till grown,
For now it has to find its own food,
But it will succeed as the fox is shrewd,
Cunning, swift with its fluffy brush tail,
To search for food for survival, it will not fail,
And when the fox finds something tasty and gleaming,
You can hear the animal being attacked, screaming.

The Tiger

A Bengal tiger in the jungle stirs,
He opens his eyes wide and purrs,
His eyes shine brightly in the dark,
Like a candle lit by a sudden spark,
The tiger gently starts its walking,
Searching for prey it begins its stalking,
Its razor sharp teeth in jaws open wide,
The Bengal; tiger spots a vulnerable chicken,
It fixes its eyes and starts to quicken,
Its heart beats faster as it chases the fowl,
Nothing is safe then, the tiger is on the prowl,
It grabs the chicken tightly in its jaws,
With great power it does not even pause,
It wrenches the luckless chicken limb from limb,
The prospect for all livestock here is grim,
For once the tiger has a smell for fleshy meat,
It will not stop hunting once on its feet.