A Tiger’s Tale

India, my home of homes
Endangered, that is me
About 2000 or so left
alive, here tragically
India adopted us,we are
the national beast
Yellow,some deep orange
Stripes of Black
not the least
Bellies
White like driven snow
Around 500 pounds
of muscle, and some grow
larger thats solitary males
Who rule the roost
and all the trails

We love it where its tropical
those forests, evergreen
The moister, the better
around the mangrove
Scene
Today the Himalayan foothills
are where we strut our stuff
Preying on the ungulates
where I think there
are enough

I’m a mother with 2 children
at present there’s no male
We do light up our being
And make a splendid tale
A good supply of food and water
Chital, we like best
Wild Boar and sometimes Porcupine
Peafowl,Hare , we’re blessed
Our biggest threat is man
The hunter yes and You
The trader for our body parts
our bones,our tail our skin
No where’s safe not anymore
Its a fact now, we shan’t win

Against your powerful rifles
We just have to take care
For the writings on the wall for us
For you come from everywhere
Men creep from the sticky bowels
Of the swamp and there abouts
Heartless infidels they are
Who never have any doubts
They will slaughter me as mercilesly
and my cubs yes, and them too
Our future does seem bleak
and there’s not much that we can do

The Trophy Hunters, their bodies
also like white snow
They sit their in their mountain hides
their armoury on show
telescopic eyes they have
and cheque books full of dollars
We just end up as a photograph
On the wall of these sad wallers
We do live in the rich reserve
But the Poachers they still come
There’s no time we can ever rest
For we all know there are some
Ready to take  advantage
And down us with their fire
And what would become of my babies
a future worse than dire

So I use all of my wisdom
my hearing and my sight
on edge I’m on edge all the time
Especially at night
But I vow to get a chunk of
man, if ever he dared try
I’d bite so deep into his flesh
And hear that bastard cry
I’d ravage him completely
Tear away, until
His blood ran from his body
and he was good and still

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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