A tiger's not a cuddly cat
To twist his ears or tail,
A tiger's so much more than that,
How else could he prevail?
His fellow cubs teach lessons well,
They squeeze and tug and chew
And oh the stories each could tell,
Until the time each grew...
Yet all grown up, each hunts alone,
Thus each meal's on the line,
Somewhere, out there, not always known,
Until it's time to dine...
Then tigers aren't the cutest things
That folks are blessed to see,
Despite the fact they act like kings,
With utmost majesty...
A close-up look would soon erase
Our winsome points of view,
For should we dare to meet their gaze,
Each face would grant a clue...
Such that we'd truly learn at length
Why tigers won't repent,
We'd see their overwhelming strength
And serious intent...
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