Tiger's Lurk Poem

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In the depths of a tranquil lake,
A predator lies in wait, for its own sake,
With stripes of fury, a fearsome sight,
A tiger muskie, ready to strike with might.
Its jaws are lined with razor teeth,
Its body sleek, a hunting wreath,
A master of stealth, beneath the surface,
A piscine force, a savage furnace.
With eyes that gleam with primal fire,
It waits for prey, with cunning desire,
Lurking in shadows, silent and sly,
A tiger muskie, on the prowl, nearby.
Its stripes blend in, with weed and reed,
Camouflaged, a stealthy breed,
Patiently stalking, with hunger's lust,
A predator, to strike, a piscine thrust.
And when the moment's just right,
It pounces, with all its might,
A splash, a swirl, a ferocious bite,
The tiger muskie, in full flight.
A battle ensues, a thrilling chase,
A test of skill, a primal race,
A trophy catch, a fierce display,
A tiger muskie, in its own way.
So heed the warning, when you're near,
A tiger muskie, to respect and fear,
A piscine king, with stripes that lurk,
A majestic predator, a true aquatic work.