tigers
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An expert in the foresta predator at best
Bright orange against the deep greenlanguage narrowed to growls
Sharp canines ready to eatSpeed and precision their friends
In Yellow and Stripes of Black
They did fight for freedom, did they
They were considered to be Dirty
They were killed,
Brothers, Sisters
My Brothers, Sisters
They were,
I used to be a weird little girl
Who'd rather play with lizards than pearls.
In the fifth grade I had an obsession with tigers
Almost as strong as Napoleon with ligers.
Cast upon us
Midnight moon
Howl until the wind doth blow
Off the moor
Into the night
Still is breath
T-wolves
We fight
Gnashing, biting
Clawing, crying
Tigers dying
1 Their splendor spreads around earth
2 Shaking the ground with every stride.
3 Sharing blood with the mighty lion
4 They’re gifted with graceful pride.
The roar of the river,
The speed of the hurricanes,
The strength of the mountains,
The stealth of the tornatoes,
does not even compare.
