With two white tigers on patrol,
Their land was safe indeed
And so today was like a stroll
Where sunshine hours might lead...
A time to let their tails swish free,
Less tense than times before,
As if they felt with certainty
That each one knew the score...
A special pair to some of us,
If we esteem their kind
And count such beauty as a plus
When tigers come to mind...
Yet there are those that give no thought
To creatures such as these,
Regarding wildlife as a sport,
They do just as they please...
How long white tigers still remain
Is anybody's guess,
The greater good may yet restrain
To grant some happiness...
Man ought to pray white tigers lived
Than hurt a single one,
So each of these can be God's gift
Beneath a golden sun...
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