Poetry about imprisoned animals

South China Tiger Han Niu I saw a tiger in the small zoo in Guilin. I crowded in the twittering crowd and looked at the tiger in the cage through two bars. I looked for a long time, but I never saw the tiger's face and fiery eyes. The tiger in the cage, with his back to the timid and desperate audience, lay peacefully in a corner. Some people throw stones at it, some people yell at it sharply, and some people try to persuade it to ignore it! The long, thick tail fluttered leisurely. Oh, tiger, tiger in cage, have you ever dreamed of the vast forest? Is it a humiliating heart twitch Or do you want to beat those poor and ridiculous audiences with your tail? Your strong legs spread out in all directions, and I see that every toe and paw of yours is broken and thick with blood! Were your toes and claws taken alive? Or because of sadness, you bit off the same broken tooth with blood (I heard that your tooth was sawed off by a hacksaw) ... I saw a bloody gully on the gray concrete wall in the iron cage, which was as dazzling as lightning! I finally understood that I left the zoo in shame. In a trance, I heard a rock-breaking roar and an unruly soul flew over my head. I saw red stripes and red eyes, as well as huge and broken toes and bloody claws!