The Prince Of Beasts inspires withawe,
As it prances about the terrain…
And bathes its chivalric-self
Under the gleaming sunshine.
It rules the roost of the Jungle
Its aura engulfing every strand ofthe Woods.
As its tears apart its prey
With dagger-like teeth.
And yet its hard to believe,
That this undeniably exotic gem
Is hunted by the Human race
To quench its insatiable greed.
Hopelessness tombs over the TopazBeast
As It tries to flee away from
The diabolic tentacles of fire-powerand toxins
That the Humans pursue it along withfearsome pace
It groans with unfathomable pain
As spears stab deep gashes in itscoat
Its dark stripes made unholy
By the warm beads of Blood.
Fear crushes its will…pain seethesits body
As Death draws closer…
Against the odds, it tries
To limp away from the pursuingdanger.
We Humans , we don’t give up
We chase and ‘track down ourNational Pride’
One last, unbelievable leap
As it tries to launch itself across.
Luck seeps away from its grasp
As it gravitates deep into thetrench
A helpless growl , a soundless moan
Escapes its now feeble throat….
And yet another Tiger meets its
As Dusk begins to Fall.