Tiger

This was a descriptive poem that was supposed to include all five senses. We did these based of a picture and the person who was read our poem was supposed to try to find the picture. I doubt anyone was able to get the correct picture but I would've gone back and included some more description next time around.

People see me as unhappy

But I do not live badly

My cinnamon skin

Has not been made thin

The cool fall breeze

does not chill me

Your stinging comments do not faze

I, myself, live in an innocent daze.

The smell and rustle

of a palm trees bustle

Are what show me delight

in the dead of the night

The feeling of cool bamboo floors

Have often held the cure

for my small tired feet

and soothe me into peaceful sleep

You way call me unhappy

But I'm still carefree, after all,

A tiger does not lose sleep

Over the opinion of sheep.