• Creating different patterns with their fur.
    But the same way of communicating to each other.
    Black beady eyes, when light is shone into them
    They glow.

    Of death, but also of fear.
    Of what surrounds them these days
    What they hunt is completely
    Ordinary for their diet
    But a little strange for us.

    Watching their prey, day in and day out.
    Resting for every few hours or days
    The thunderous roar echos through
    the jungle at night.

    Calling to another one of their kind.
    Big paws help them hunt.
    Razor sharp, teeth, help as well
    Ripping, tearing the flesh off of

    Poor defenselessly animals
    Just to satisfy their hunger
    needs.
    Containing in a poor poor climate

    Causing their way of living
    of coming to an end

    These are the "Endangered
    Tigers of South Africa"

    Save the planet
    And the animals
    That live on it too