Tiger

Amidst the jungle's vast and verdant domain,

Resides a creature, its majesty untamed.

Cloaked in stripes of regal attire,

With amber eyes that burn like fire.

A tiger's presence, both bold and free,

It prowls the night, a sovereign decree.

In moonlight's grace, it silently roams,

Concealing the might within its home.

Yet when the moment comes, it can't be denied,

A thunderous roar, echoing far and wide.

A symphony of power, a primal song,

In the wilderness, where it belongs.

The world falls silent, spellbound by the sound,

In that mighty roar, dominion is found.

A jungle's sovereign, it takes its throne,

In echoes of its voice, it stands alone.

With strength and grace, it claims the land,

A symbol of beauty, both fierce and grand.

The tiger's roar, a call from the heart,

A reminder of nature's power, an ancient art.