Tigers
Through the jungle the tiger moves silently
Like a ghost moving through the trees
It stalks its prey with ease
Then pounces with deadly accuracy
No cage to confine this majestic beast
No zoo to diminish its beauty
No circus to subdue its wild spirit
No whips to put scars upon its back
In the jungle he is king
And is feared by all who dwell within
Tigers running wild, living free
That's the way it was meant to be
7- 27- 13
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013
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