| The tiger with the amber eyes Prowls through the jungle On softly padded feet Bright red mouth and sharp teeth | |
| Beauitful stripes from head to toe Laying and waiting to catch her prey Amber eyes look out into the darkness Her ears up right, She listens closely. | |
| Too late, too late did she listen For the unyielding sounds of men | |
| For man is a destructive beast who kills without a reason, For murder he should be tried for highest treason, But somehow he manages to make killing for meat seem alright, And so ends the life of the tiger in the night. | |
| But alas she has children, whom will live on her destany Forever to prowl the night, whom someday to will have children | |
| Children with amber eyes like hers, Beautiful but dangerous, treacherous Eyes of the tiger, prowling trough the jungle Watching for her prey, for food, maybe to feed her children | |
| At night the tiger rests upon the ground Gazing at the moon, breathing gently Her ancestry is within her bones The tiger line survives on and on | |
| Little tigers trying to hunt Catching a prey, alive So they can play and kill Oh, how good to be young | |
| a sweet breeze cathes a scent off the little tigers went sniffing and stalking waiting to play and pounce on small prey they quickly trounce | |
| a sweet breeze cathes a scent off the little tigers went sniffing and stalking waiting to play and pounce on small prey they quickly trounce |
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Why did it clone my poem?
there it is again ruining my poem. stupid computer
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