The Tiger in The Wild

By Kayin Borang

The tiger snaps the withered leaves,

as he prowls in his brilliant stripes

through the dense jungle and wild trees, 

with quilted paws and prying eyes. 

An immortal orb blazing bright 

in the darkened night.

Growling across the wilderness 

In vivid hue with a valiant roar, 

which vacates the crowd in distress, 

While the world drops still in abhor. 

As he passes through the river 

Quelling his hunger.

It is the artistry of the grand;

The tiger, in his godly state,

Snarling across his own land,

With canines of majestic weight

And grandeur, his palace of green

Where he remains and reigns supreme.

By Kayin Borang