Those beady charcoal eyes with much boldness
Dark black and pure orange, its cloak and veil
Its heavy breath flows into the coldness
Striped, Stiff, Smooth: its mighty powerful tail
The clenched canines thirsts for more and more prey
Its paws, seizing and snatching away life
Its gruesome growls flood the air everyday
Protective, defensive creating strife
Its muzzle pokes straight toward the midnight moon
Ears ready and alert for sounds of game
Its eyes wide open as day creeps toward noon
To tame, to kill, to rule is its main aim
Resolute and determined is its state
Almighty and strong, ruling its own fate.