In the heart of the jungle, fierce and free,
The tiger roams with grace and majesty.
Golden eyes that pierce the night,
In the moon’s glow, itâs a haunting sight.
Stripes of shadow, stripes of light,
A silent prowler in the twilight.
Muscles rippling under the skin,
The king of beasts, the jungle’s kin.
Through dense forests, it silently glides,
In natureâs beauty, it confidently resides.
A predator’s prowess, swift and keen,
Its presence known, though rarely seen.
The tigerâs roar, a thunderous call,
Echoes through trees, over all.
Symbol of strength, courage, and pride,
In the wilderness, it will forever abide.