A tiger quickened his rapid pace <br /> for he had come to fear, <br />the hunter with its blazing rod <br /> that took a life so dear. <br /> <br />The tiger had loved his she cat <br /> one who was his babes mother, <br />a hunter found their happy nest <br /> to destroy all but one brother. <br /> <br />Now at night in the jungle wild <br /> the tiger stalks the camps, <br />in search of it with blazing rod <br /> who sits by lighted lamps. <br /> <br />To the north a brother runs <br /> to find a family gathered, <br />to tell fate which befell <br /> the tigers home now ravaged. <br /> <br />Before this host of cats <br /> could make the journey south, <br />the tiger found its hunter <br /> and fell on it in anger and wrath. <br /> <br />There he slew the gunman <br /> but alas did not live to know, <br />for more there were to shoot him down <br /> and his blood did freely flow.<br /><br />Richard Allen Beevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tigers-sorrow/
