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An expert in the foresta predator at best Bright orange against the deep greenlanguage narrowed to growls Sharp canines ready to eatSpeed and precision their friends
In Yellow and Stripes of Black They did fight for freedom, did they They were considered to be Dirty They were killed, Brothers, Sisters My Brothers, Sisters They were,
The Tiger By Brennan Cameron The tiger is a very skilled hunter of prey,
I used to be a weird little girl Who'd rather play with lizards than pearls. In the fifth grade I had an obsession with tigers Almost as strong as Napoleon with ligers.
Cast upon us Midnight moon Howl until the wind doth blow Off the moor Into the night Still is breath T-wolves We fight Gnashing, biting Clawing, crying Tigers dying
1 Their splendor spreads around earth 2 Shaking the ground with every stride. 3 Sharing blood with the mighty lion 4 They’re gifted with graceful pride.
The roar of the river, The speed of the hurricanes, The strength of the mountains, The stealth of the tornatoes, does not even compare.