Green grass and watery lakes,
Beside the shore and lazy streams,
Long snoozes the Tiger takes.
Do you think the Tiger dreams?
Chirping birds and fishing storks,
Noisy waters made by crocs
The stripes swirl on the bank
As he turns to the other flank.
Soon he rises, as the sun sets,
Begins another night of treks
One area of his territory to patrol
Off goes the Tiger on a stroll
Owls hoot as night falls
Keep your ears open and hear his calls
The magnificent Tiger, his footsteps sure,
Walks about the forest of Ranthambhore.
Written by Hajra Ahmad
Photograph from the Sher Bagh archives.