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A Tiger Speaks

 



My baby's name is Raja

I protect her with my life

 

Will it be today

That I walk down a familiar path

To step into a steel trap placed

There by you

 

Raja would then be left to die alone

In a world that she is not ready

To face on her own

 

Becoming the hunted

The jungle would claim her as its own

The Jackals and others would complete

Our circle of life

 

As sad as my heart is to this realization

Whom do you think I would prefer

To be the victor

 

The jungle or you

 



 

Your traps

I wonder if it bothers you at all

That it takes six of you to release

This tool of death

 

I guess

That is a pretty stupid question

 

If it bothered you

Your trap would not be placed

 

It needs to bother someone!

 

 



 

You pick a time when water is scarce

And you poison my place to bring

Raja to drink

 

Protecting her as we walk

I would bring her to her death

Myself soon to follow her

 

Do you not drink when you are thirsty

What better way to be assured that

We will be your trophy even though

The hunt is not played fairly

 

You leave poison carcasses for me

To find to carry to my baby

 

She will eat before myself

Will she die before my eyes

Just before I draw my last breath

Of life as well

 

You hunt me for my fur

 

You kill me to grind my bones

Into fine powder for your potions

 

You wear my fangs

Around your necks as charms

And hang my head upon your walls

As a symbol of your bravery and cunning

 

Take a good look at me!

 



 

 



 

 

Can I not reach you with my plea

 

 



 

 



 

 

To the hunters and the poachers

I know my cause is of no consequence

 

But ...

What about you

 

You who reads these words and say

to yourself 'Oh, what a shame!'

 

I may one day be only this . . . .

A picture upon a computer screen



Or perhaps I will be found only in a textbook

For your future generations to explore

Under the heading of

 



The Tiger Once Was . . .

 

 

 



 

 

 

 



 

 



 

Does this fact truly not matter to you?

 

 

 





 

 



 

 

Original by Lesa Gay

aka

Aspiring Angel

 



Feedback Treasured





 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 





 

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