Loving Tiger
By Tibbe G
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.