Tigers dream of other tigers, free in an African field.
Losing those tiger stresses, as they slip to sleep,
Their imaginations run wild as the heart of the tepid sun.
Their imaginations run wild as the heart of the tepid sun.
The grumble of slumber caresses dirt under belly.
Windswept, with the tall grass, as flies dodge paws,
Their tiger feet never retreat, or heel as the open air roars.
Pouncing through beds of life with other tiger tails.
The barred claws twitch, as the lonely tiger snores.
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