The Tiger


He is the big cat

He creeps and weeps

through Gods jungle

so neat.

Man abuses His land,

with all but his hands.

God made Him so sleek

He jumps after prey,

and wins His food for the day.

The tiger is strong,

God gave Him muscles,

to survive,and to live,

all within His jungle.

Written by:©Betty Bolden

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