Poems & Musings,  Writing


The way I see it, there are two types of people

The first appreciates the tiger for what it is

Rejoices when the animal is alive and fierce in its element,

Respects and adores without confining

The second wants that striped pelt for themselves

Hunts, takes, proudly displays,

Not caring the essence of what the tiger was, is lost

With only the idea remaining, so long as they’re the ones who own it

Both might say they love tigers in their wildness and freedom

But only one of those loves ends well for the tiger

Sara Myriad, 2022


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