What Tigers Are

| April 8, 2013 | 2 Comments

I saw this poster at a bus stop near Bay State and could not help but realize, as obvious as it may seem, tigers aren’t rugs…they’re tigers! I attempted to write a post about “saving the tigers!” but couldn’t do it – so I wrote a poem instead.
Check out more of these posters and visit the organization’s site: http://worldwildlife.org/pages/stop-wildlife-crime

That’s right –

You’re not a rug.

Rugs are made out of wool, and plant fibers.

Not your skin,

Not your vertical stripes.

They serve a purpose –

Making you a part of your habitat,

Blending in with your surroundings,

Being one with your world,

A world yours, no more.

 

The humans have taken over:

Your only natural predator,

Your only tangible threat.

Decimating your habitat –

Ravaging your surroundings –

Poaching, Selling, and Trading –

Idolizing in their cultures.

You:

A savage beast,

A mysterious entity.

But they are wrong.

 

You are a tiger.

Just a tiger.

A fellow animal,

A corporeal being,

Living, Growing, Being, Breathing.

Caring for yourself,

Providing for your young.

An integral part of this planet –

Long before humans arrived.

 

But, times have changed.

You are fighting for survival,

In a world no longer yours.

And although only 3,000 strong,    

You can endure –

You can fight –

You possess instincts,

Honed skills and abilities

10.8 million years in the making.

You’ll find a way,

You’ll make a stand:

One final leap off the road to extinction.

Pantera Tigris:                       

You are a tiger.

And the humans,

They will learn,

Someday,

They will learn.

 

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Category: featured, Nature, Poetry, Prose and Comedy, Social Activism

Andrew Lacqua

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One of four, Andrew likes to think that he's the coolest. After all, he's an avid long boarder and ukelele player, an ardent animal lover, and proud owner of a fish tank (he used to have five but then he had to go to college). When Andrew isn't busy watching Discovery Channel, flaunting his brightly colored beanies around campus, or pondering the mysteries of life, he's busy studying biology (his one true love). If this were a perfect world, Andrew would probably live in a hut in the rainforest with monkeys somewhere in Central America.

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  1. Uncle Dan says:

    That’s why I don’t mow my lawn, once a week!

  2. Michael says:

    Such beautiful animals. So sad.

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