Sleep darling closing your little eyes, Kissing her cheek, mom brushed her ponytail, Nodding her head with a frown, Dainty darling wished for a bedtime tale.
Mom starts to think and continues as usual…..
The thick jungle covered in mist, Trees so thick and creepers so vast, Flapping bats found their way, Roaming in the forest outcast.
Blades of leaves got chilled in mist, Birds and animals slept far and near, Howling wolf walked down the path, Saw the giant and ran in fear.
The giant’s eyes blazed like fire, Like the burning balls between the grass, Looks so sharp and sight so keen, Eyes so fiery, in color of brass.
Its velvety skin so smooth and soft, Silky and shiny polished like gold, Bright in orange and striped in black, Features so daring and hunts so bold.
Walks like a queen and hunts like a king, With its retractile claws so sharp and strong, Hides from behind the bush watching its prey, Pounces so high and pulls it even from a throng.
Dainty darling interrupted her mom, Asked what the giant was called, Picturing the giant in mind, She asked if it swam and even crawled.
Tail like fur so long and thick, Body carved so fit and trim, Rules the jungle like it’s the king, It can run so fast, crawl and even swim.
Her mom said the giant was ”The Tiger” Once it lived and looked so great, So strong, magnificent and stunning, To save it from death, man was too late!
Let’s not be too late to save the tigers, else we will have to say it as a story to our future generations. Let them also enjoy watching the tigers alive!!
This is a beautifully moving, tenderly voiced story that fills the page with wonder and a deepening emotion in the sorrow of the ending... Loved this write.
You always leave me in awe...I have to tell you.. I do not bealive a zoo is a place for such a beauty and wild beast.. they do not have to be in captivity.You have left in speechless...
Let me tell you one thing they I find so idiotic about this guy Fabian.. it seems that this [email protected] nothing good to say.. what makes him worst that a scum is the way he judge you and critique you ( pure jealousy) such a horrible man... What does he knows about anything..such an ignorant remarks makes him more.. you know.. should I say... monster..lol
a bad word..
Priceless... you are to me.... a sweetie ! Love u
How creative. I love that it you turned this into a story from the future looking back at today when tigers existed. Nicely said. We really do need to work on preserving the earth and the creatures in it before it comes to that.
Tigers are so cute looking animals especially when they are babies. I think this poem is very descriptive and imaginative. I think a lot of children would like this tale. If there were more small words to make it mor easy to read then I could imagine this poem in a childrens book. Any animal lover would love to save tigers and this poem encorages the love to spread for tigers. I disagree with animal crulity and I think this world should be a more safer and secure place for animals. It will show how thoughtful humans are and that they are fare to other living things
tigers are so evocative in literature, not just because the animals are so beautiful and rare and inspire with their striking appearance and their lack of natural enemies (apart from man), but because they reveal something shadowy and unable to be understood in ourselves. i can think right off the bat of two tiger poems i love - one by blake, and the other by jorge luis borges. you combine in this poem that fascination plus the bedtime story (how i love mothers that can make these up extemporaneously, i never could), plus an important message of conservation. hopefully this will not become just a story of a mythical animal.
I love your poem. It's very descriptive. I love the ending most especially (when the mother reveals the giant was called). I see tigers differently now. Great Job.
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