As I tiger my way through life,
I observe the birds with envy.
Green from their freedom and joy.
Must every interaction be a fight,
every inch gained, as through fire?
Is there another less violent way to live?
If you want life to crush you on its way by!
So I walk on imagining my stripes
and fangs, even my claws.
My pelt glistens in the sun,
my muscles ripple, with each stride forward.
I am unstoppable.
My roars make even the most powerful quake with fear.
I will not kowtow to the man, any man.
I am more beautiful than you can stand...too bad for you.
In my imagination I am a tiger.
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