POEM
I am a tiger prowing along on a dark shadowy night.
I am the king of the jungle.
I see prey... I am still... pounce!!!

                            DESCRIPTION

  She coughed, a hoarse,hacking gasp as she clutched the threadbare, woolen shawl to her brittle bones. her face was unusually pale, like a button mushroom, but pinched and emaciated. the fragile skin was drawn over the bones. her lips were pursed and cracked below her narrowed eyes.