A tiger in the zoo

​​​​A tiger in the zoo   

• He stalks in his vivid stripes the few steps of his cage, on pads of velvet quiet, in his quiet rage. 
• He should be lirking 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, Terroorising the village!
• But he's locked in a concrete cell, his strength behind bars, stalking the length of his cage, lgnoring visitors. 
• He hears the last voice at night, the patrolling  cars, And stares with his brilliant eyes At the beilliant stars.