My first poem

GOLDEN EYES

I used to live in a hut of hay
Deep in the dark, dark wood.
And one day as I walked my dog,
Something stared at me long and good.
It was a pair of golden eyes,
A shock to me it was.
Perhaps it's a deer,
I thought
And reached out to touch it 'cause,
It did not run,
It did not hide,
But stood calmly by my side.
But as I pet its furry coat,
I saw not spots...,
But stripes!
Ohh my gosh!
It's a TIGER!
I realised,
And ran a thousand miles.

written when i was 8 yrs old.