As I gazed out at the stars, the moon shining agents the small town I call home, I start wondering what it would be like to explore the wild, meeting all different kinds of animals. I smiled to myself at the thought. If I ever meet a white tiger, my dream would come true! It would be cool to run along side my white tiger at night while the moon and stars stare at us as we laugh. My smile widens and a sigh of happiness escapes my lips. The wind blows agents me, making my dark hair wip at my face. I took the flying strains and tuched them behind my ears. Some day I will explore the forest and find my white tiger.
My White Tiger
June 14, 2011