My midnight jungle. A Tiger, carefully pawing to a clearing, investigates a tropical tree amongst the exotic plants and animals. Illuminated by a dull iridescent glow from a persistent gleam of moonlight. The Tiger lingers, unperturbed by the twinkle of night insects and the reflected droplets of moisture heavy on the dense layering of vegetation. For that moment she basks in the moons spotlight and is still amongst the night’s murmuring sycophancy of ticks, squeaks, snaps and rustles.