By Deborah Keenan
The Siberian tiger leaps from the back of the truck:
He’d been caught in a snare, rescued by Russian students
Deep in the forest, tranquilized, observed, fitted with a radio
Collar, woken up as if from a human dream for tigers,
Driven back to the forest, the cage opened, the leap,
And gone.
Four hundred left. Poachers demented with greed
Want every part of the Siberian tiger but never
The whole tiger.
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