Mother, Hunter, Tiger

**Author note: This was suppose to be a short story, but I couldn't get it to work so I turned it into a poem. I can't promise that this (or anything else I post) will be any good, but it is something that came from me. This is a new style of writing for me so it the flow is wrong or a bit off I apologize. I would appreciate some feedback on this so tell me the truth.... I know I won't get any because no one really reads this blog.

She tilts her head

First to the right

Then to the left

As she surveys her surroundings.

This place is new

But also old

Because in a way

She's been here before.

She smells the rain

Coming from the east

And she can smell the ocean

Coming from the west.

Above her is the sky

With it's clouds

As white as snow.

Below her is the ground

Firm and steady beneath her paws.

She senses that her prey is near

So she crouches low to the ground.

Stalking her prey

She creeps slowly closer

She can smell her prey

But her prey can not smell her

So she thanks the Wind God

For her luck has changed.

Her ears move minutely

As she listens for cries of alarm.

Hearing none

She springs forward

Running as fast as she can

In order to take down her prey.

She leaps onto the back

Of the unsuspecting animal

And drags it down.

She rips out its throat

With one practiced bite

And she relishes the feel of the blood

As it drips of her muzzle.

She let's go of the dead animal

And lets out a small cry of relief

Before dragging her meal back home.

When she got within seeing distance

Of the cave that is now her home

She sees three sets of eyes

Peering out at her from the gloom.

She drops her prey

And scents the air around her.

Sensing no danger she gives a low

But commanding grunt.

Three miniature versions of herself

Run out to greet her

And to see what mother has brought home.