This poem contrasts a tiger in the zoo with the tiger in its natural habitat. The poem moves from the zoo to the jungle, and back again to the zoo. Read the poem silently once, and say which stanzas speak about the tiger in the zoo, and which ones speak about the tiger in the jungle
He stalks in his vivid stripes
The few steps of his cage
On pads of velvet quiet
In his quiet rage
He should be lurking 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
Terrorising the village
But he’s locked in a concrete cell
His strength behind bars
Stalking the length of his cage
Ignoring visitors
He hears the last voice at night
The patrolling cars
And stares with his brilliant eyes
At the brilliant stars