Animal: Cheetah


After the Serengeti sun sets in Africa, Cheetah hiding in dry grasses,

Spotted dust and fluff a-looking out my dark rimmed glasses.


Waiting for my prey, it's getting late,

Loss of colour, going grey, my pupils dilate.



My neck hair neck prickles, the chase is afoot,

Saliva trickles, yet my prey stays put.


He's too easily caught so this camoflaged one,

Stands alone in the midnight sun.

(This was the hardest animal I could have possibly been given! I know I shouldn't complain but I'll sit here stamping my feet for a while and feel better!)




The End

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