To be a Tiger

To be a Tiger

By May Kwek

I cannot help but think

That I would be a pretty good tiger

Because I like the solitary

And I also like fire

Don’t you think then

That a flaming coat would be nice?

With days in the forest deep

And streams as cool as ice?

To laze around and sleep all day

And continue to do so at night

To hunt when I am hungry

And win every fight?

But then there is a problem

A very grave one indeed

For a hunter would kill me

If his sound I do not heed

But then again I still think it’s nice

To live life wild and free

Away from all these burdens

And society’s contraries

So yes I would like to be a tiger

And hide in the forest all day

And at night to use the moon

 To guide my lonely way

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek