The tiger in the far away Jungle paces
All of him is calling for food
He slips through the trees
and springs
and eats what he has caught
He goes out of the forest
into the valley
up the mountain
onto a great rock
and then sprawling out
dozes in the sun
No one watches him
No reporters
No television crews
He is on his own
unobserved
unacknowledged
The warmth of the day
puts him to sleep
he feels accomplished
but he can't say it