The fame hungry tiger
Devours it’s prey
Under octopus tentacles
Hanging like starfruit
Rotting under the tree

Seeds burst
Like words from the heart
Left to dry
In a puddle of ink
On the floor

Under a mirrored moon
His muscular body sleeps
Upon the sands of a lunar beach

Slowly I creep
Opening his beautiful mouth
Staring at the cavity
Of his sharp teeth