Tiger magic is what it is
All it can be in it's own sense
It's beauty endangered
How can that be
The planet in whole
should be angered
Look at it's magesty
It's plain for all to see
Big, bold and powerful
Such an eyeful

It stalks the jungle knowing
It's natural home also going
The biggest of the wildcats
It needs it's space that's a plain fact
Each tiger has it's own mark
 To seperate each and 
give it it's own spark

The hunters hunt them...
For what I ask
Not for food, not to survive
It's a sport 
Hunters are killing for fun

Endangered beauty
Do you know how many are already gone
The Caspian, Javan and Bali
Each special..sadly
Wiped from the earth, their done
How many more will
become extinct
Before people start to think

Have you ever watched it hunt
Watched them on tv when they performed a stunt
Seen a baby follow it mamma
Run with such stamina
Have you ever heard one purr
It makes my heart stir
Brings tears to my eye
I can't help but to cry
To know that my children may never see a TIGER in the wild
Their magesty gone from
every child

Look in it's eyes....
What do you see....
A will to survive....
A need to exist.....
A right to be alive....

Note: This poem could go on & on.......
I cried as I wrote this. Tigers are sooo beautiful.. It makes me look at God with even more awe to know that he could create something so great. All animals are great, they all were created with the purpose of living, of us to enjoy seeing. We weren't created to destroy, but to oversee, yet we destroy everything we come in contact with, including eachother. Humans are humans worst enemy.