Dark vertical stripes on orange-brown fur,

Camouflaged while hunting,

A solitary but social predator,

Kills prey by clamping down on the prey’s throat,

Moves very silently in the tall grass keeping a watch,

Roaring and growling,

Eyes sparkling in the forests of the night,

In those eyes of flame one can see its next prey,

At a distance walking towards you,

Following your every step,

Makes its move by surprise,

Behold! the mighty tiger whose path you dare not pass….