A Tiger’s Way

The tiger lays on the cliff Sunning his paws He slowly yawns Cleans his claws King of his valley Leader of his pack His strips are many His power unmatched Waiting patiently for his prey As he is picky today Looking for the right beast Something within his reach He lets out a mighty roar As he is getting bored With every step he takes The prey run in his wake The beast sees his prey His dinner for the day Sharing with the pack that dare To approach and match his stare A tigress he has at home Cubs he calls his own For them he fights Showing all his might Protector of his pride As they play outside Eagar to watch them grow Until they go on their own