Tigers Perspective

My teeth are sharp and long Hunger rouses me from rest A family to feed I needs must do my best I travel many miles Just some poachers kill lying around I am not touching that. Carrion picks food from the ground The trees begin to thin, I can be seen Where do I search for my prey? My eyes are good, my nose is keen My family are hungry another day. The trees are sparse almost disappeared The have been cut and dragged away This was my hunting ground But I see no recognizable prey. A human on two legs A scythe in his hand But my family need some food And this prey cannot take a stand Hunger prompts me on My family may die This is the food I’ll take One leap, he sees his last sky No fight, no weight to drag him home But there was no other meat These humans waving sticks and guns But my tiger speed they will not beat. I could be like the carrion picking at the scraps The body’s poachers are killing But my home is being ravaged By those humans, who the soil are tilling. No thought for me and my family Except to hang my skin on a wall But my family come first And will until from hunger, we all shall fall. © 16/08 2013 contest entry