What Is It?

by Jasmine aged 10


Fast a lightning
Runs as smooth as ice
Colourful spotted skin
Creeps up on his pray, quieter than a mouse
Blends in so well no one can ever see it
Chases and kills anything that crosses its path
It is so fast that you only get a very small glimpse of it and sometimes you never see it go straight past you



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