Forest Glade

White tigers like to rest and so They find a gentle spot And there, they stay, just laying low, As they like that a lot. As if their strength of great renown Had disappeared from view, They stretch their paws, their frowns droop down And muscles relax, too. White tigers get their lazy moods, The wise do not disturb. You can't tempt them with juicy foods, For appetites they curb. They know it's time they should be still, So why do other things? There's nothing like the silent thrill That warm contentment brings White tigers, please leave them alone, Don't try to chase them off. Especially not the ones full grown That feel they've had enough. Just live and let live, give them space. Don't say you're unafraid! Let them enjoy their gentle pace Within the forest glade.