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(_Suggested by the claim of a machine-gun team to have annihilated an / enemy wire party: no bodies were found however_)
To-day I killed a tiger near my shack / Among the trees: at least, it must have been, / Because his hide was yellow, striped with black, / And his eyes were green.
I crept up close and slung a pointed stone / With all my might: I must have hit his head, / For there he died without a twitch or groan, / And he lay there dead.
I expect that he'd escaped from a Wild Beast Show / By pulling down his cage with an angry tear; / He'd killed and wounded all the people -- so / He was hiding there.
I brought my brother up as quick's I could / But there was nothing left when he did come: / The tiger's mate was watching in the wood / And she'd dragged him home.
But, anyhow, I killed him by the shack, / 'Cause -- listen! -- when we hunted in the wood / My brother found my pointed stone all black / With the clotted blood.