Loving Tiger

It stalks its prey like a bloodhound,

its sleek fur brushing the trunks of trees

as she stalks past,

the tiger concentrating only on one thing

the deer drinking peacefully,

the tiger goes in striking form,

waiting for the right moment

she sees two tiny fawns

running to their mother.

Sadness runs through her body.

She had two babies stolen by humans

she does not attack

she's a loving tiger.

Humans, stop stealing animals

from their mothers.