Seeming indolent where it lolls in a tree's shadow
while high in the sky the sun do smouldering glow
the cheetah waits until twilight in the late afternoon
watching the great herds moving slow
and then sneaks stealthy from covering to covering
as a invisible camouflaged dangerous killing thing
until it is close enough and the herd do it sense
and the chase of a single animal begin
where they turn and stampede to escape it
not knowing on which one it is gaining bit by bit
but then the cheetah turns on great speed,
jumps and with claws and teeth through an artery does hit.
© Gert Strydom
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