Book of Poems

Misplaced

Two cubs playing

In the morning sun

Surrounded by trees

And sheltered by leaves

They wrestle and tumble

And roll down a hill

And come to the edge

Of a human village

The cubs look up

They stare at the humans

In utter disgust

'Humans disgust me'

One cub said

'They are strange and cruel'

The other replied

'They hunt us as well'

The mother had spoken

I watch silently

Through the trunks of the trees

They never did trust me

And I've always known why

My pople kill them

And cause them pain

I am their sister and

I am a human, but I am also a tiger