Golden Shovel

Freeze and behold the glorious Tiger! Don't dare stare down the Tiger. Watch out! His predatory soul is burning Look, his eyes are bright. Silent. Still. He'll draw you in. His glowing glare and sudden growl puts the Strongest prey on edge. Chasing them into forests Where his secret dens of Family are. He rests in the Busiest times of the day. But during the night; Do you know what His habits are? His immortal Instincts set in. When conservationists set their hand To cameras they capture the Tiger in action or Sleeping. But always something to catch one's eye. How on earth else could We safely observe? How much to learn by frame. Oh yes, dear nameless Tiger, thy May be beautiful, mighty, fearful And what could compare to your symmetry? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Tiger Tiger, burning bright, in the forests of the night; what immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?" ~~ William Blake~~