A pair of tigers stood lost,
Staring at the enclose around them.
They look intently at the couple of trees,
Had the others sprung legs and run away?
The sun shone, but who had snatched its brightness?
The moon and stars were there, but the magic?
The wind now a bearer of bleak tidings.
Where were all the fellow dwellers?
The rocks, twigs and undergrowth felt vaguely the same,
But the paws couldn’t run. Where was there to run?
They thought achingly of the hills they had scaled,
They stared confounded at this insurmountable metal pen.
One fine day they got up and didn’t remember anymore,
What was left was a numbing pain.
This is not the way it should be?
A darkness and heaviness descended and never left,
So they sat and yawned and swatted flies,
Ate without relish.
Curious faces peered and jeered,
They never could fathom just what to do.
Spent the days and nights demented, muddled,
Just how did this come to be?
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