Who the real Beast is:

Soon after the day break

All the sleeping animals awake

Around the grasslands the deer gaze

Under the sun’s dazzling rays

In the water holes the elephants roll

While around the jungle the bison stroll

The big bears hunt around for honey          

And shun the heat, it’s very sunny

In every tree there are singing birds

In the grasslands there are elephant herds

All around the jungle the wild calls scatter

Like trumpets and roars, howls and chatters

As the sun goes down

There’s not a sound

All around the jungle darkness falls

From behind the bushes the tiger scrolls

Though it is dark, its eyes are glowing

Spotting every animal coming and going

It was indeed an extremely dark night

But nothing escaped the tiger’s greatt sight





The deer and warthogs are filled with fear

They cuddle and keep their children near

The tiger would soon have its prey

And take it to a shelter without delay

I felt bad, but that’s the jungle way 

It will happen again and again another day

But when I hear or see about animal killing

By a man – it gives me a real sad feeling

Who the real beast is? I wonder

My sincere appeal to everybody to ponder