Ode to the Tasmania Tiger

When they

looked at you 

they were confused. 

Treated you 

like an outcast

but they were

wrong. You 

are the ancestor 

of the mighty. 

Your fur is 

as elegant as 

the night. Fur to

elegant that 

no other could 

compare. 

Strips 

on your back, 

like medals

You were hunting like

it will be your last meal. 

You fought for the title 

predator. Like 

they all 

wanted, a powerful

 yet graceful 

being. 

The sound of 

your voice

made them all bow,

when you spoke.

 Your stance to 

lusty. With teeth sharp 

as a knife

no one dares

to go 

against you.

The beast 

of the land, 

they could not 

tame you.

The chains 

were so heavy 

you went insane.

You were the

predator,

that scared 

them all. Tasmania 

Tiger, you scared 

them to 

your death