Tigers Triumph

A loud yet gentle roar,
Rings through every year.
As a glint of white
Shines from its teeth.

The pattern of its stripes,
looks as though they were meant to be
Gleaming yellow eyes, purty as can be.
Peer through the underbrush.

Leaves cackle and twigs pop,
As the gleaming orange paws walk.
Panting ever so lightly,
As not to disturb mother nature.

These creatures of few,
Are ever so gentle.
So why do we destroy them?
It makes no sense.

Less than 5000 tigers roam the Earth freely anymore.Because we don't see what we are doing is destroying God's plans for these animals.