Tigress

She was a tigress but not cruel Her long uniform stripes to some distasteful She chose to display it grandly For to such a life she was grateful. She chased her prey in play She also preyed to kill Her stripes never changed colour But some thought one day it will. In her life there was good and evil. Let me rewind to what had come to pass Her cubs she fed to their fill Each day a new flavour till one day... She left them at the dead elephant carcass Before the mid-morning heat she was gone At water's edge the cubs kept playing till dawn Many players came there thirst drawn Amongst them the cubs learnt to carry on. For she was a tigress of wilderness not culture born.