A Furry Tail
"7am here and it's a Beautiful Morning" Click '7am... Really?' Two white paws hit the floor as the Tigress stands rubbing sleep form her eyes, yawning slightly. An hourlater she was showered, dressed and ready to leave. "better get walking, new...
Poem: Nuked
Nuked Broken down, Torn to pieces, one broken promise, is all it takes. The love that was there, ripped apart, a lonely empty space, is all that's left. Why hurt someone, esp when you love them, to loose them, just like that. Its...
Poem: A World Away
A World Away Relaxed and Contented, Stretched out, ears perked, Listening to a range of music, enjoying the peace. Eyes closed, Pretending, That your worlds away, the songs creating a world, within your mind, sending you far. Floating,...
Poem: Something So Fine
Something so fine. With the sun shimmering down, Warming the fur covered belly, A simple pleased smile, spreads across the face of the tigress. Soft paw pads brush over the prickly blades of grass Tickling between her digits, the rumbling...
Poem: Be With You
Be with you. As they gather around, you see her, standing against the far wall, quiet and looking down. The white and black fur visible, Shinning in the well lit room, her long tail curled around her shy looking form. With a twitch of...
Poem: Its Dark Out
Its Dark out Laying alone in a quiet house, Its dark, its lonely. Looking through a gap between the rough blue and white curtains, The moon glistens, shining like a lamp through the mist. With vision blurring, the moon shimmers. As the soft...
"When Barbarians Attack" Part 2
_**That's when he opened his eyes to see a white stripped tail flicking back and forth from under the blanket that covered him as he had fallen asleep sitting upright on a chair in front of the now blank screen of a large television. Gasping harder...
Swept away
Is this what it feels like? The question played inside the mind of the Tigress for hours, now she lay in shadows of the trees the moon poking through the leaves as she stared up waching it drift over the sky at snails pace, a cold winter breeze...
poem/personal
High She was left on the ground, Broken and wounded, a small puddle at her head, from the tears she had shed. The Dark clouds were fast coming, Ready to take her away. When a small light came into view. Closer it came she saw it was...