Shasari
January 13th, 2009, 09:37 PM
I wrote this back in 2001 - I'd spent a good deal of time volunteering my time to work around tigers and a few other wild species, as a caretaker and tour guide, imparting what knowledge I have about tigers to the visitors. As I sat one night, thinking about the cats I know, safe and protected in their habitats, and then thought of their situation in the wild, well this just flowed forth - it's probably not all that good but it sums up what I felt, what I still feel, about their survival.
Fur of fire-orange
Stripes of black;
Will you survive
The relentless human attack?
Some humans love you,
More then anything else;
They don't wish to lose you
But someone tolls your bell.
Those that would hunt you
Take your body, take your skin;
They are oblivious
To committing the sin.
We who love you
Sit in sad, silent
And frustrated outrage.
Sometimes we scream
Other times we cry;
We can't stand to see
Even one of you die.
We who Love you;
We can’t understand
The atrocities placed upon you
At other humans’ hands.
We mourn your every passing
With our silent prayer;
With choking tears; with cries of rage;
We hope we help others learn to care.
Fur of fire-orange
Stripes of black;
Will you survive
The relentless human attack?
Some humans love you,
More then anything else;
They don't wish to lose you
But someone tolls your bell.
Those that would hunt you
Take your body, take your skin;
They are oblivious
To committing the sin.
We who love you
Sit in sad, silent
And frustrated outrage.
Sometimes we scream
Other times we cry;
We can't stand to see
Even one of you die.
We who Love you;
We can’t understand
The atrocities placed upon you
At other humans’ hands.
We mourn your every passing
With our silent prayer;
With choking tears; with cries of rage;
We hope we help others learn to care.