The Tiger - Poem by George 2012
The tiger’s life is mostly prowling around
Trying to hunt swiftly without making a sound.
Trying to trap the prey with its sharp claws
Skills of a professional (that is mostly without flaws.)
Black and orange stripes on it’s soft skin
A very huge roar it has within.
A majestic animal, almost extinct
A subject on which the humans need to think.
Humans think the tiger as a very dangerous creature
But deep inside the tiger, it has some peaceful features.
The dangerous tiger-tooth, pointed at animals around
The lion is called king but the tiger should be crowned.
When the dead of night returns, plenty prey it could see,
A mighty feast in it’s fiery eyes, (how happy the tiger could be)
A great battle between prey and predator
Oh, how great is it’s mentor
So when you see a tiger
You might feel you are not prepared
But if you go through this poem
You wont be scared.
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