Rare White Tigers

This week a rare Siberian White Tiger attacked a man (zookeeper) and killed him at a New Zealand wildlife park, there are only about one hundred and fifty of these tigers in the world. In the world. You might not agree with me but I found it disturbing that the tiger was killed. Earlier in the year at that same place another man (also a zookeeper), was cleaning the tigers cage and was attacked but survived. It seems to me that the tigers were letting the zookeepers know to keep their distance, but there they were again so even when warned man takes a step in the wrong direction.

I find it interesting that a rare tiger is disposed of after doing something which is natural to it, and there are literally billions of us roaming the planet without much consequence against our actions of killing each other (in acts of war), despoiling our own environment and driving an animal such as the resplendent white tiger into such a state of endangerment that all the white tigers are held in captivity such as the ones mentioned above.

I am surprised that more animals aren't attacking and killing zookeepers in other parts of the world if only to get their message across, we are going extinct and you people are responsible. These are wild animals. How would you like to be kept in a cage to be observed by some unconscious humans who think your a cute fuzzy kitty. Wild animals are meant to be in the wild, free to roam and kill and procreate, thats what they do. It is important to have these wild spaces in order for our own health and well being as they give off beneficial vibrations to the rest of the planet. Perhaps this great and mighty tiger is trying to tell us something.

The Panther

A Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

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 center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

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.