Babyface / Tiger

In Paarden Eiland’s dust where the grease winds blow,
Lived a ginger king with a voice soft and low.
His meow was a whisper, a childlike call,
But his presence stood proud, wide-eyed and tall.

He roamed with Jaws, his shadow and kin,
A brother, black as the night within.
Together they ruled where the wild tracks thread,
Till time took Jaws and left Tiger in dread.

Alone he stayed, though we tried to heal,
With young companions who failed to appeal.
His heart was tethered to what once had been,
He mourned in silence, where none had seen.

He talked to the wind, he talked to the stone,
Telling his stories though he walked alone.
From the shadows he’d speak with a loyal pace,
Till the snack reached his paws and joy lit his face.

Now he runs with Jaws through the stars above,
Through happy dreams and skies they love.
Legends like him never truly depart,
They live in the wind, and the beat of the heart.