Tiger

A heart of gold
A will of steel
Characterized by
Something real
Very responsive
A sentient soul
Who when she’s with cubs
Is in complete control

Unique striped body
Great powerful paws
A beautiful head
And massive great jaws
A bringer of light
But able to be
Unseen in the darkness
Just pure poetry

A true explosiveness
She can attain
Dramatic and fever pitched
Out in the rain
Chasing a wildebeest
Frenzied and wild
Up on its shoulder
Clearly self styled

The relief of a kill
The taste of warm blood
A restorative quality
After the flood
Unyielding and resolute
She perseveres
True authenticity
Masking her fears

She swims in the river
She glides down the stream
Runs pretty fast when she has to
A dream, of a gait
This is a young tigress
This is her way
Of living alone in
The light of the day

She lives on the fort
At Rathambore
A National Park
Where she feels so sure
She is now 5 all muscle she be
300 pounds of vivacity

The world of the tiger
Is dangerous to see
Each have their own
Territory
The males mark them out
And one has to respect
Each of the areas and must detect

Who has the rites to visit
The place
For otherwise fights can break out
And the chase is on
And can turn nasty
Which is the way
Tigers live out their lives
Every day

They have cubs
And they die
They move on
And they try
To live their full lives
And pass on their genes
Carry the blood line
Unlike the machines

When the rains come
There is no wetter place
Ten inches of rain
Thats something to face
It becomes one great lake
And mangroves as well
But the tigers are up to it
In Their own hell