Stripes of white, black and yellow hues caught my attention;
The bearers of these stripes lived in an open mansion.
Oh, they were walking up and down majestically,
And I dreamt of joining the bandwagon magically.
One of them came so near, brushing against our vehicle.
And this was the closest sight ever I could chronicle.
Indeed it was the Bengal tiger that left me in raptures.
I kept gaping at it and made some friendly overtures;
It responded with a loud purr that left me enchanted.
It went on the prowl, leaving its footprints implanted.
I was left pondering why the big cats are so magnetic;
It’s just that their wild-but-innocent ways are enigmatic.
How I wish their tribe is protected from poaching,
And we could preserve our ecology from spoiling!
PS: This big cat was so lovable. It earned the nickname Shule from yours truly. 🙂