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
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