In the tall grass, he does lay
Intently searching for prey
His empty stomach to fill
Motionless, lying so still
Steely muscles ready to pounce
An antelope, his presence he does announce
Air filled with the aroma of a meal
Hunger pains, starting to feel
Beginning to salivate
Getting closer, his death to await
Sudden burst of speed
As the antelope starts to bleed
Fangs sinking deep within
Struggle unable to win
His fate he does meet
While the satisfied cheetah starts to eat
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