The Tiger (to Blake and Stevens equally)

The tiger was moving by the fence
Then the tiger sat down on the rock
From the balcony the children watched the tiger
And it started to roar, and roar
Not loud, not quietly, by the fence

Just as though saying
I am beyond weary of this pen
I deserve better than this pen

How to put this?
The world was surrounding the tiger
The tiger was blowing the world
Into bits

I'll never see anything
In the same way again