She watches her prey,
Silent,
In the tall grass,
Camouflaged,
Waiting for the time to come

when she can spring out
and catch her prey,
She will jump up
And act like wind,

Eating that delicious gazelle meat,
Her everyday diet,

Under the blistering hot sun,
Of the Savannah,

She’s the nightmare,
Of all animals,
Including me.

Nothing scares me more,
Than that spine chilling cheetah.