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Read the following two poems − one about a tiger and the other about a panther. Then discuss: Are zoos necessary for the protection or conservation of some species of animals? Are they useful for educating the public? Are there alternatives to zoos? 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 And... 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. PETER NIBLETT 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. RAINER MARIA RILKE

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Read the following two
poems − one about a tiger and the other about a panther. Then
discuss:


Are zoos necessary for
the protection or conservation of some species of animals? Are they
useful for educating the public? Are there alternatives to zoos?



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


And...


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. PETER NIBLETT



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. RAINER MARIA RILKE



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