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He stalks in his vivid stripes
The few steps of this cage.
On pads of velvet quiet,
In his quiet rage
He should be lurking in shadow,
Sliding through long grass,
Near the water hole
Where plump deer pass.
He should be snarling around houses
At the jungle's edge,
Baring his white fangs, his claws,
Terrorizing the village!
But he's locked in a concrete cell,
His strength behind bars,
Stalking the length of his cage,
Ignoring visitors
He hears the last voice at night,
The patrolling cars
And stares with his brilliant eyes,
At the brilliant stars.​

Answer 1

Answer:

it is the chapter, a tiger in the zoo...

it's really very sensitive poem...