The Tiger poem

The Tiger

Poem 

The tiger behind the bars of his cage growls, 

The tiger behind the bars of his cage snarls, 

The tiger behind the bars of his cage roars. 

Then he thinks.

It would be nice not to be behind bars all

 The time

 Because they spoil my view

 I wish I were wild, not on show.

But if I were wild, hunters might shoot me, 

But if I were wild, food might poison me, 

But if I were wild, water might drown me. 

Then he stops thinking

 And...

The tiger behind the bars of his cage growls, 

The tiger behind the bars of his cage snarls,

 The tiger behind the bars of his cage roars.

PETER NIBLETT