TheBengalTiger

The Dancing Tiger. Sleeping on the cold bed with my eyes closed dreaming of the luminous lights sparkle onto my eyes.And the sun peaking through the smokey clouds lightening my dream up. It was almost like heaven. I was dancing across the field of wheat while the the wind cascaded onto my hair making it flow in the wind.Once again I closed my eyes dreaming as if I was a tiger so then I opened them back again and there I was, a tiger. I press my paws againsts the soil leaving a paw print of that memory. It was a dream. It was heaven. It was a tiger. It was me. By TheBengalTiger (Autumn)