Siberian tigers
so why the hell are these things so beautiful anyway?
forget all that idle noise
about whether there's a grand engineer,
what matters is there's grand engineering.
and the Siberian tiger is a marvel of nature,
a masterpiece to the highest degree,
the beautiful and glorious killing machine that it is.
a rough stone that was worn down
and polished for millions of years
through cut throats and bids for survival
until what you have is what you see
today in some zoo looking back at you
with the slightest touch of condescension.
that smugness on his face isn't imagined, it's earned.
and it's a mild alternative to the fate of a man
who happens to have seen him eye to eye
without the luxury of a cage and a bored cat.
that man has the lucky task of meeting a predator
at his proudest and most true,
of observing a beauty so pure
that it can only be the last thing he ever sees.
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