by Ellie Machen aged 13

Tiger, you symmetrical beast,
flying through the walls of fire.
The fire creeps closer,
enclosing you,
trapping you.
On your final breath,
you sprint to your cubs.
To say one last goodbye,
To give them food.
To say one last thing.
Be kind,
Be brave,
Save many.

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