The Tiger- Past Predator: Present Prey!

Tiger, Tiger, poached for hide! By Man’s bullets many died; Bones and claws of thine are dried; Poachers have thee crucified. Past predator, now a prey! Recklessly killed every day; Thy extinction is so nigh; Mortality of thine’s high. Lord of Jungle, O Tiger! Hast thou become much tamer? Thy reserves have dwindled fast; Wilt thou soon be thing of past? Oh, what sinews, what muscles! Victor of fiercest tussles; Thou with agility stalk; Despite weight, thou canst cat-walk! No beast dare challenge thy might; Thine eyes glimmer green at night; Thou live in forests so dense; Mighty beast- ’tis no pretence. Frightens thy roar every beast; Stalk thou grassland’s beasts for feast; What strength fills thy graceful frame! Jungle Lord, wherefrom thou came?