The Tiger

The throne keeper of the forest
The best prowler of the rest
The preeminent carnivore of the jungle
The concrete calculator between the bungle.

Nose kept sharp, ears wide open
No one shall escape its mystical powers
Its amber gleaming felonious eyes' prowess
Revealing pure vileness and corruption

The hunter of the jungle
The man eater of the jungle
The wilderness grunt in terror
When judged by the dictator

Body sleek, wearing golden coat
With black stripes to complete its overcoat 
Dappled face with black spots
As he searches for feasts on spots

Tail swaying, as it's in contemplation
Lacerating with its completed claws
In harmony for the wait
The wait to stop to lacerate
As the silky blood oozes down its throat
And satisfied with meat, on he trots.