CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY:

CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY:
1 / 1
CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 1 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 2 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 3 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 4 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 5 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 6 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 7 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 8 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 9 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 10 of 11 CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: - slide 11 of 11
CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY: LESLIE NORRIS INTRODUCTION The poem written by Leslie Norris explains the agony and helplessness of a caged tiger that lives in a zoo. The poet explains what his life could be if he had been a

Related Topics

Download this presentation From Below

"CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO BY:" is the property of its rightful owner. Permission is granted to download and print the materials on this website for personal, non-commercial use only, and to display it on your personal computer provided you do not modify the materials and that you retain all copyright notices contained in the materials. By downloading content from our website, you accept the terms of this agreement.

Presentation Transcript

01
CLASS X FIRST FLIGHT A TIGER IN THE ZOO
BY: LESLIE NORRIS<br>
02
INTRODUCTION The poem written by Leslie Norris explains the agony and helplessness of a caged tiger that lives in a zoo. The poet explains what his life could be if he had been a free animal. The poet has tried to explain about the condition of animals that are caged by human beings for their own fun.<br>
03
He stalks in his vivid stripes                  The few steps of his cage, On pads of velvet quiet, In his quiet rage.

He should be lurking in shadow, Sliding through long grass Near the water hole                                          Where plump deer pass.

He should be snarling around houses At the jungle’s edge,                                            Baring his white fangs, his claws, Terrorising the village!

But he’s locked in a concrete cell, His strength behind bars, Stalking the length of his cage, Ignoring visitors.<br>