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Wild Animals
I like a mouse
When he’s not in my house,
And a rat
When he goes nibble, nibble, like that.
I like a mole; he’s a kind little soul,
And a stoat
With a smudge like snow on his throat.
I like a shrew
With his nose in the dew,
And a hare,
For he leaps and runs everywhere;
I like a fox
With his little white socks,
And rabbits and squirrels and other brown things.
I’m in love with them all,
So funny and furry and furtive and frightened and small.

About the poem:
The poet talks about how she like certain wild animals contrary to the general belief that wild animals are hated by people. As long as the mouse does not enter her house she likes them. She likes to see the rat eat little by little. She finds the mole as a kind soul. The stoat is an animal which looks similar to a rat and has a smudge in the throat. She likes the shrew which looks like a cute mole with its nose. She likes the hare as it leaps and a fox as it has white feet. She finds all these animals cute and funny.
The Tiger
The tiger behind the bars of his cage growls,
The tiger behind the bars of his cage snarls,
The tiger behind the bars of his cage roars.
Then he thinks.
It would be nice not to be behind bars all
The time
Because they spoil my view
I wish I were wild, not on show.
But if I were wild, hunters might shoot me,
But if I were wild, food might poison me,
But if I were wild, water might drown me.
Then he stops thinking
The tiger behind the bars of his cage growls,
The tiger behind the bars of his cage snarls,
The tiger behind the bars of his cage roars.
About the poem:
The poem depicts the plight of a tiger who is caged in a zoo. The tiger is behind bars, and there are visitors for him. He snarls and roars behind bars. For a moment, he wonders what it might be like to be out in the open. He wants to be like every other wild animal. But he is also doubtful of hunters and being poisoned outside. He is, therefore, in a dilemma about both worlds.
The Panther
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a centre
in which a mighty will stands paralysed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.
About the poem:
The poem talks about a panther who is caged in a zoo. It had become very tired of being in an enclosed space. It can only see bars and not the outside world. Although he is idle in a cramped space, there are certain moments when his pupil opens as he dreams of being in the outer world just like the other animals.