Kuzya Poem by Ima Ryma

Call me Kuzya, cuz Putin did
Give this Amur tiger that name.
To that bare chested guy, I bid
Farewell. He could not turn me tame,
And so he let me loose to roam
The wilds where wild of us are few,
'Twixt and 'tween Russia/China home.
First thing I did - what tigers do.
Some farm fresh meat - chicken takeout.
Left feathers and footprints behind.
So guess who - there can be no doubt.
Russia just hopes China won't mind.

The news is that this pussycat
Crossed over the border - What's that?