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Panthera Tigris
To them most stealthy, most noble, most fierce,
chased and trophied by a mightier foe;
striped jungle beast with eyes and claws that pierce -
O white coated emperor in the snow.
Now it’s the hunter turned hunted great cat
whose wild prowl is driven to higher ground,
but this I shame to hear and more than that
no man should follow where tigers are found.
The captive cub, the zoo, the circus cage
will not the mighty roar save to cherish -
it’s the irony of our grotesque age
for that which makes you great makes you perish.
A world without all is a world less grand
when less roamed is the forest and marshland.
Written: February 1991
Copyright ©
Keith D Trestrail
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