He stalks in his vivid stripes The few steps of his cage,  On pads of velvet quiet, In his quiet rage. 

Read the given extract to attempt the questions that follow: 

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.

1. Which of these activities is mentioned in the extract as something the tiger should do in the jungle? 

A. roar at visitors 

B. stare at people 

C. wait for his prey 

D. drink clean water

2. Why does the poet describe the cage as having 'few steps'? 

A. to draw attention to the stairs in the cage 

B. to show admiration for the size of the cage 

C. to convey the importance of protecting tigers 

D. to highlight the restriction on the tiger's freedom

3. The contrast indicated in the given extract is between __________. 

A. the tiger's reality and the tiger's ideal situation. 

B. the luxury of a zoo and the simplicity of a jungle 

C. the tiger's actual feeling and how the tiger should feel 

D. the silence of the tiger in a zoo and his dominance in the jungle

4. Select the option that describes the tiger in the lines below:

Lurking in shadow, 

Sliding through long grass 

(1) sly 

(2) scared 

(3) dominant 

(4) light-footed 

(5) eye-catching 

A. (1) and (4) 

B. (3) and (5) 

C. (1), (2) and (4) 

D. (2), (4) and (5)

5. Which of these has the same rhyme scheme as the stanzas in the extract? 

A. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 

Life is but an empty dream!— 

For the soul is dead that slumbers, 

And things are not what they seem. 

B. Hold fast to dreams 

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird 

That cannot fly. 

(Dreams by Langston Hughes) 

C. "I cannot go to school today," 

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

"I have the measles and the mumps, 

A gash, a rash and purple bumps." 

(Sick by Shel Silverstein) 

D. We listened and looked sideways up! 

Fear at my heart, as at a cup, 

My life-blood seemed to sip! 

The stars were dim, and thick the night, 

(The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)