In the heart of a soft, sunlit jungle, where the leaves danced in the wind as if whispering secrets, a great Tiger rested near a huge tree.
He was magnificent.
Lying in the warm grass, his paws crossed, he seemed completely at peace. His eyes were almost closed, his breathing slow and calm. The animals of the forest tiptoed past him.
— “Shhh… the king of the jungle is sleeping,” whispered a young Langur.
Even the Parrots spoke more quietly. Even the wind itself seemed to move with care.
But in this jungle, everyone knew a secret.
Because this Tiger had a rather unusual way of resting.
One ear always remained slightly raised.
And sometimes…
Just sometimes…
One eye would open.
Not for long. Just long enough to glance around.
As if to say:
“I’m resting, yes… but I’m watching too.”
🎦 Credit: Frédéric Geffroy.