Rebageling again because... what gets me most about this interpretation is the softness.Β When I read the poem, I read it as exultant and fierce.Β The tiger within was the tiger burning bright of another poemβs fame.Β The tiger destroyed his cage, and who knew what next now that he was out.
Here, weβre given an answer.Β The tiger steps out and is surprised by the soft grass under his feet, delighted, goes wide-eyed with wonder, and leaps into the meadow.Β Here, the focus isnβt the cageβs destruction, but getting out, beingΒ out, so that the last glimpse weβre given is the tiger now tiny (and joyful!) in the distance, surrounded by the wide green expanse of freedom.