One tiger, alone and quiet
striped, orange and white
walking silently through the water
powerful, pacing purposely,
the tiger has legs of steel.

The dirty water
splashing silently
cold water gently tickling his soft skin.
Tiny, yellow-brown eyes
staring, glaring, observing.

When it speaks, it roars.
Its roar as loud as a machine gun.
It makes you worry, shake and tremble in fear.
But here, a strong and mighty tiger.
One tiger, alone and quiet.