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.
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