Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Out of My Mind!

In a forest clearing I gaze

At the branches of a dead tree.

What comes to my mind does amaze.

The face of a tiger I see.

Top branches form two tiger eyes,

Staring as predator does prey.

Low branches, nose and mouth arise,

Along with whiskers on display.

Such impressive illusion, I

Must get a picture, so I take

Out my phone and focus apply.

Strange sound! A growl the tree does make!

The illusion turns too real there,

As it springs at me through the air.