He is the big cat
He creeps and weeps
through Gods jungle
so neat.
Man abuses His land,
with all but his hands.
God made Him so sleek
He jumps after prey,
and wins His food for the day.
The tiger is strong,
God gave Him muscles,
to survive,and to live,
all within His jungle.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
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