The last cry of the siberian tiger

------ The last cry of the siberian tiger -----

My life’s been stolen

And I’m crying

My heart went through the same

and I’m feeling lame

The hunting will never be over

So scared, I’m not lying

I’m the last of the siberian tigers

Now I’m dying

Once on a sunny day

I played in the jungle with my little friend

He was searching me on a edge, it was his turn again

A clicking sound as he turns back

Straight into the eyes of our big mate

I Heard a hard shot and…

it was just to late

I saw my little friend laying down

All the beauty around me faded and I screamed

I would cry hardly but I was to upset

Blood flowed all over the ground, through that nasty enemy A big banged bullet has been shot…through his head I ran as fast as I could back into the jungle looking for mom and dad

I had found him, but they were also killed

This is the worst animal in jungle I’d ever met

My whole family is killed and I’m so confused

I don’t know what to do!

I’m the last of the siberian tigers

Maybe now I’m going to die, too!!!

The whole jungle lay down No Birds to hear, no monkeys who screamed Silence everywhere And only the big rifles of these cruel enemy what steamed The gloomy sky became darker and the hunters having glory

But my eyes cried pain
What makes for me now this sad but also angry story

Want to get them back, searching for them in this now even crying rain

These creepy horribly slaughters!!

I’ve lost all my brothers, sisters and friends

And mom and dad, all their sons and daughters…

My life’s been stolen And I’m crying My heart went through the same

And feeling lame
The hunting will never be over

So scared, I’m not lying

I’m the last of the siberian tigers
Now I’m dying

Geschreven door

Manjula

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Windwhisper:	Woensdag, november 08, 2006 13:26
aangrijpend dit, en zo goed neergezet en ook zo waar, ben even stil, heel stil om het gehuil van de tijger te horen.......... liefs, je bent een kanjer

MayadeBij*:	Woensdag, november 08, 2006 13:24
Lekker plaatje :) Katachtige roofdieren worden altijd helemaal wild als ik voor hun kooi ga staan (zal herkenning zijn ofzo) ;) HET BEEST IS LOS. kus.

switi lobi:	Woensdag, november 08, 2006 13:06
Mooi ingeleefd geschreven Ramon. Fijne dag! Liefsliefs, switi lobi

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Auteur: Manjula
Gecontroleerd door: maria
Gepubliceerd op: 08 november 2006
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My heart went through the same

and I’m feeling lame

So scared, I’m not lying

I’m the last of the siberian tigers

Once on a sunny day

I played in the jungle with my little friend

A clicking sound as he turns back

I Heard a hard shot and…

it was just to late

I saw my little friend laying down

I would cry hardly but I was to upset

I had found him, but they were also killed

This is the worst animal in jungle I’d ever met

I don’t know what to do!

Maybe now I’m going to die, too!!!

But my eyes cried painWhat makes for me now this sad but also angry story

Want to get them back, searching for them in this now even crying rain

I’ve lost all my brothers, sisters and friends

And mom and dad, all their sons and daughters…

And feeling lame

So scared, I’m not lying

I’m the last of the siberian tigers

But my eyes cried pain
What makes for me now this sad but also angry story